Phoebe remembered Harper's preference to wash dishes. At first she had protested it, but the modern man would get what he wanted in the end. So she stepped aside, instead piling dishes up for him to easily grab. Then she grabbed a towel, ready to help by drying the dishes at least.
"On the verge of too much." she said with a laugh. But just the thought of getting the government going at all was enough to overwhelm her at times. "You'd best be careful with what you offer. I just might take you up on it." she said with a grin. That he might lose the election though? She scoffed. "There is no way you'll lose. Not with your connection to the previous Queen and the King of the Merfolk." she said.
"On the verge of too much." she said with a laugh. But just the thought of getting the government going at all was enough to overwhelm her at times. "You'd best be careful with what you offer. I just might take you up on it." she said with a grin. That he might lose the election though? She scoffed. "There is no way you'll lose. Not with your connection to the previous Queen and the King of the Merfolk." she said.
the nightingale
laughter is the language of the soul
