The coaster rests inside a set, atop and below its fellow mates, or maybe side by side, nestled away somewhere hidden & innocuous. No one notices them, and in case they do, it’s having a hint of disdain, at the practical piece of pretension, which happens to be simply yet another method the host is able to manage the environment that are around you.
There are guests, friends, family it does not actually matter. They shuffle around. They settle they stand. They chat silently with each other, waiting, though no one actually knows what for.
And subsequently the kitchen door opens and there’s the host and have a tray laden with probably the finest drinks. Juices, sodas, seltzers and more, each rejuvenating treat you are able to sip through a straw, almost all at the bequest of the affected person guests.
But the coasters know what is coming. They almost shiver with fear at the arrival of the usefulness of theirs. As the cups of warm fluid and cold are handed out, the host remembers, that gorgeous table top, the arm of the couch, these surfaces are susceptible to sills, condensation and heat. Suddenly, the coasters are not so innocuous anymore.
And hence the host grabs up the coasters from here, distributing them together with the cups, putting them as the main slim barrier between the perfection of the house of theirs, and the ugly stains which are certain to occur otherwise.
As the coasters dispersed all over the room, they lend the colors of theirs into the area, taking on a prominence that’s bellied by the diminutive stature of theirs. They’re unexpectedly a web of color, a great spread tapestry of tone that spreads across the area in subtle but noticeable patterns.
Now they’re the middle of attention, and at minimum the center of the periphery, as individuals are made to deal with them, pressured to observe them each time they lift the cup of theirs, each time they set it up to end up again on the pad. They’re unexpectedly an important and interactive part of the adventure.