Phoebe nodded at his instruction and set to work. First she prepped each plate with a pile of pasta. Then she cut the chicken and carefully placed it on top, letting it fan out naturally. "Pretty!" she said in delight. Save for sweets, her food usually couldn't be called pretty, just delicious. Picking up both the plates, she carried them to the table. "What do you want to drink? I've water, lemonade, and ale." Then she smirked. "And some whiskey if you'd prefer."
Whatever he said, she set about procuring it. "I suppose I have changed careers a lot." she admitted. Being a midwife was a constant, but she had run a medical college and brothel too. Maybe she had more to offer than she gave herself credit for. "I would hope to make good connections with Hadama. There is nearly as much water here as in Torchline, certainly some merfolk would like living here." she said setting his glass down.
Whatever he said, she set about procuring it. "I suppose I have changed careers a lot." she admitted. Being a midwife was a constant, but she had run a medical college and brothel too. Maybe she had more to offer than she gave herself credit for. "I would hope to make good connections with Hadama. There is nearly as much water here as in Torchline, certainly some merfolk would like living here." she said setting his glass down.
the nightingale
laughter is the language of the soul
