Warm Thoughts Scene Summary

Scene Summary: Warm Thoughts

Warm Thoughts
Chronicle	DC Chronicle
Game Date	December 7, 2015
Real Date	May 5-8, 2016
Characters	Casper Iversson Ginevra Bianchi Jonathan Stewart Maeve Glaistig
Locations	National Gallery of Art Ice Rink
Previous Scene	In Want Of (Casper, Jonathan) Special Delivery (Ginevra) A Wing and a Prayer (Maeve)
Next Scene	Errands (Casper) Plumbing the Depths (Ginevra) Lost and Found (Jonathan) The Harsh Truth (Maeve)
Content Warnings	None
Original Scene	Warm Thoughts

Warm Thoughts is a scene from the DC Chronicle featuring Casper Iversson, Ginevra Bianchi, Jonathan Stewart, and Maeve Glaistig. It depicts the vampires going ice skating, chaperoned by their ghouls.

Scene Summary

Chas waits for Maeve on Constitution Street, where he gives a few people directions and chats with a few more while looking forward to

Script Summary

The script summary for this scene pares it down to only dialogue and action directions, allowing for a quicker and easier read through what was actually said and done by the characters. Click on the "Expand" tag to the right to view the entire script summary for this scene.

Warm Thoughts Script Summary

Casper is at the skating rink leaning against a railing as it snows. Several couples skate on the ice. Casper goes to a refreshment stand near the ice and buys a glass of hot cider, which he drinks. Ginevra, Jonathan, and Maeve arrive in a rented car and get out near the rink.

GINEVRA: All right. Here are your skates, try to look like you know what to do with them.

She hands Maeve a pair of ice skates and rubs circulation into her leg.

MAEVE: I do know which part goes on the ground.

GINEVRA: We'll have to go get some rentals in a minute, after we — aha! There he is, let's get you over there and then we'll be right back.

Ginevra, Jonathan, and Maeve walk toward Casper.

MAEVE: It's sweet of you to come along, Jonathan. A little extra company is always welcome.

JONATHAN: No bother, miss.

Maeve waves at Casper as they arrive. Casper kisses both Maeve's cheeks, then both Ginevra's. Maeve kisses his cheek back.

GINEVRA: Mr. Iversson— uh.

CASPER: Ms. Glaistig it is good to see you again. Oh and you Ms. Bianchi... Jonathan yes?

He shakes Jonathan's hand.

MAEVE: Hello, there, Mr. Iversson. I hope we didn't keep you waiting?

CASPER: Oh not at all — I just arrived myself. Thank you again for joining me. I have to say I was happy to hear that you also enjoyed skating — it's been awhile since I've had the opportunity so you'll have to forgive me if I take a few moments to get back in the swing of things.

MAEVE: Of course, thank you for the invitation.

JONATHAN: I can be running to the rentals for you if you like. Let you visit for a bit.

GINEVRA: Oh, no, I'll come with you. I'm not quite sure of my size. You two go, we'll catch up!

She squeezes Maeve's hand and grabs Jonathan's arm. Ginevra and Jonathan walk away toward the refreshment stand.

JONATHAN: Oh, all right then.

MAEVE: I don't think I'll have to forgive you for much, Mr. Iversson. If Ginevra gave you the impression that I'm a frequent skater, I'm afraid she was stretching the truth.

She shakes her head.

MAEVE: I mean, I do know how, but only the basics.

CASPER: Did you want to head onto the rink now? Or would you prefer to get a warm drink first, there is a man over there selling a nice warm apple cider if you'd like.

Maeve gestures toward the rink.

MAEVE: Oh, let's save the hot drinks for later. We'll probably need them after we've frozen ourselves in the wind for a little while. If that's all right with you?

CASPER: That is more than all right with me Miss Glaistig.

They both put on their skates. When they finish, Casper holds out a hand to Maeve.

CASPER: Hmmm well then we will have to rely on each other not to lose our footing.

MAEVE: Thank goodness for each other, then.

CASPER: Thank goodness.

Maeve takes Casper's hand and he leads her to the rink, where they step onto the ice.

CASPER: If I remember correctly... the idea is not to fall.

Ginevra and Jonathan arrive at the shoe rental stand.

JONATHAN: Are we on some secret mission, then, or did I miss something in the way here?

Ginevra digs in her pocket for her wallet.

GINEVRA: No, no. We're 'chaperones', whatever old people like him mean by that, but that doesn't mean they shouldn't have enough privacy to get to know each other. As long as we keep them in sight, I see no reason they can't have their space.

She cranes her neck to watch Casper and Maeve, then points at a pair of skates on the shelf.

GINEVRA: What's your size? It's on Maeve, she said we could get food if we wanted to, also.

JONATHAN: I'm thinking food would be nice, but if you want to keep up with those two, we're needing to get to it.

He nods toward the rink as he chooses skates and takes them from the stall. Ginevra takes hers as well and pays for both.

JONATHAN: Not that there's anywhere really to be going, it's a circle, but in case you need to rap their knuckles with a ruler.

He and Ginevra both sit down to remove their shoes and put on their skates. Ginevra nods.

GINEVRA: I knew she'd be fine. Well, lucky they can't go far and we're out in public. We'll just get right on the ice and catch up. Let's go, then, we'll warm up with something to drink after we're sure they're doing all right.

She gets up and awkwardly walks to the rink and Jonathan hurries after her. On the ice, Casper and Maeve begin to skate around in a circle, hand in hand.

MAEVE: You know, I was going to ask you if you skated often, but apparently it's as rusty for you as it is for me. So instead I suppose I should ask, why did you decide on skating? Or did Ginevra suggest that, too?

CASPER: Oh, I wouldn't call this rusty — in fact we'd probably be able to take the gold medal at this rate.

He stumbles, then straightens up.

CASPER: Honestly? Promise you won't laugh?

MAEVE: Cross my heart.

CASPER: When I was a boy — there was a skating rink by my home every winter. All I wanted when I was a shy young man was to go ice skating with a pretty girl like in the movies. But when the war came, the rink closed down...replaced by a depot of some sorts. I cannot quite remember... I don't know... it seemed... Nostalgic and fun?

MAEVE: That sounds like exactly what it is — nostalgic and fun, although the first, I'm afraid, is only for you. I never skated much when I was younger. It is nice, though, especially on a clear night.

CASPER: Hmm well perhaps one of these days we should do something that you find nostalgic to be fair. I think Ms. Bianchi just said yes to the first idea I had — she seems to want you to get out more often.

A couple skates past them and Casper puts his arm around Maeve's waist, pulling her closer. Maeve shakes her head.

MAEVE: That doesn't surprise me. She thinks I don't get out enough.

She shrugs.

MAEVE: She's probably right, but we did only just get here. Ginevra is very organized and very motivated. I suspect if I weren't here, she'd already have decided upon and enacted an entire social schedule all by herself within the first two weeks.

CASPER: I hope that it's okay that I played into her hand?

Maeve chuckles.

MAEVE: Oh, don't worry. If you hadn't played into her first idea, she'd have gotten you eventually. She's quite determined.

CASPER: Well if it means spending an evening trying to remember how to skate with you — I am glad. Though... I would be curious to know what Maeve Glaistig would be doing with a free evening if her assistant hadn't made plans already.

He flips around and skates backwards, still holding Maeve's hand. Maeve laughs.

MAEVE: Show-off. I'm beginning to suspect you of having been better at this, remembering how or not, than I ever was to begin with. Obviously I'm at a disadvantage.

CASPER: I am as surprised as you are to be honest, but you're doing fine. Better than fine. Magnifique.

MAEVE: Flatteur. Don't go telling everyone I let Ginevra run my life. It'd be all gossipy.

Casper waves a hand.

CASPER: Your secret is safe with me. I'd like to know a little more about the real Ms. Glaistig, what's a perfect night look like for you?

MAEVE: I'm not sure anyone really ever has a perfect night. If I weren't here, I'd probably just be at home. Probably with Ginevra, watching Netflix and listening to her tell me all about her adventures with the other assistants. Maybe drinking a bottle of wine, if we felt adventurous. Nothing very interesting, I'm afraid.

CASPER: There is nothing wrong with a quiet evening at home, if you ask me those relaxed nights without having to do the dance are little treasures that should be cherished. Though... I am not sure what Netflix is... is it a television show?

MAEVE: Oh, sort of. It's...

She shakes her head and blows hair out of her face.

MAEVE: It's a service that you can get that allows you to watch movies and television shows at home, through the internet. Ginevra would be better to ask about it, she set it all up. As far as I can tell, it just means that we don't really have to leave the house to watch whatever we're in the mood for.

CASPER: That sounds fantastic! The internet is really amazing — you'll have to show it to me sometime!

MAEVE: If you like.

CASPER: I'd like that — it's always fun to learn something new. Knowing what it is and how to get the darned thing to work are two very different things... practice though. Goodness, I must sound ancient.

Maeve chuckles.

MAEVE: No, not ancient. I mean, you do know what the internet is. I don't imagine we could say the same for every member of the city. So, since it obviously isn't that, what would you be doing? What would Casper Iversson's perfect night be, then?

CASPER: Tonight is pretty close.

MAEVE: I called you a flatterer too soon, I see. You are very sweet, Mr. Iversson.

Ginevra and Jonathan reach the rink. Jonathan steps onto the ice, then turns around.

JONATHAN: Och, sorry, lovely girl, need a hand down?

GINEVRA: Yes, thanks—

Jonathan offers Ginevra both his hands. Ginevra takes them but slips as she steps onto the ice, squawking and grabbing Jonathan around the middle. He grabs her as well and they stabilize. She tries to let go of him but nearly falls and grabs his jacket.

JONATHAN: Oof. Okay, I'm guessing you're not skating all that often of a winter's night.

GINEVRA: I'll just — hnnnoh god. Okay, I just need a minute to figure this out, and we'll — keep an eye on them, where are they?

JONATHAN: They're over that way, don't fret. Okay, look, lovely girl, I'm going to back up a little, all right, and you keep your hands in mine. We'll get you upright in no time.

GINEVRA: Okay. Yes. Good.

Jonathan takes Ginevra's hands and begins to slowly back up, pulling her along. Ginevra wobbles.

GINEVRA: Just... okay, slow down, Jonathan, they're right there, we don't have to chase them.

JONATHAN: Don't—

She tries to stand up straight, then flails and falls, dropping her phone and pulling Jonathan down with her. They land in a heap and Jonathan bangs his head on the ice as Ginevra swears. Across the rink, Maeve puts a hand over her mouth.

MAEVE: Oh, dear. I think one or both of our friends might be even more out of practice than we are.

Casper chuckles.

CASPER: They certainly are cute together are they not?

MAEVE: They are, aren't they? He does come around an awful lot. Usually, he says, to check on us. Which is of course one of the ways you might guess a gentleman has an interest.

CASPER: It's usually a good sign, yes.

He rubs the back of his neck and flips around to skate forward again.

CASPER: ...Should we go help them?

MAEVE: Maybe we should just swing past them, see if they want help. If not, at least we can wave as we go by, and they can pretend that nothing embarrassing has ever happened to either of them.

CASPER: As you wish Ms. Glaistig, I will be sure to put on my most 'we didn't even see you fall' face.

Casper and Maeve skate toward the fallen Ginevra and Jonathan.

JONATHAN: Mary mother of Christ. You all right then, lass? All your bits and pieces together?

Ginevra gets to her hands and knees.

GINEVRA: Of course, I'm fine.

She reaches for her phone, but loses her balance as she grabs it and falls on Jonathan again.

JONATHAN: Oof.

Jonathan sits up.

GINEVRA: You okay?

JONATHAN: Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

GINEVRA: Okay, let's try that again, but more successful. How are you supposed to get up on these things if you fall down?

Jonathan coughs.

JONATHAN: Well, with a hand would be the best way.

He crouches, then stands up and dusts himself off.

JONATHAN: Here, use the part at the front of your toes, like a little digger, and not that I mind facedown on the ice, but don't pull too hard, all right? We'll get you steady yet.

Ginevra takes Jonathan's hand and gets up, then loses her balance, squawks, and falls, grabbing Jonathan again to stay upright. She puts her phone away and makes a thumbs-up at Maeve as she and Casper approach.

GINEVRA: Try to look nonchalant.

Translations

Trivia

• The last meeting with Maeve Chas thinks of took place in City Lights; the scarf Chas notices Maeve is wearing was given to her as a gift in the same scene.