Isla
"Your ideas are getting better, you know," Isla informs the Flood, because no, an Ancient isn't going to complain about steak - who does he think she is? Granted, hers will be as close to raw as she can have it, and she's starting to understand what that means, but she can go out later.
"Three whole meals," she continues with a gasp of faux surprise, sidling out after him and heading towards the kitchens. "You ought to be careful - people will start asking you out to dinner." They are plunged, briefly, into the heady half-light of the House of Midnight, of the smell of sweat and spice, and Isla is practically brushing it off by the time they're back in the corridors and the kitchens are upon them.
"I'm happy to hear it, though," she adds, of his returning appetite, Isla smiling and greeting the cooks and relaying Sunjata's lunchtime idea. "If you find me asleep on my desk later, please wake me up," she tells him.
"Three whole meals," she continues with a gasp of faux surprise, sidling out after him and heading towards the kitchens. "You ought to be careful - people will start asking you out to dinner." They are plunged, briefly, into the heady half-light of the House of Midnight, of the smell of sweat and spice, and Isla is practically brushing it off by the time they're back in the corridors and the kitchens are upon them.
"I'm happy to hear it, though," she adds, of his returning appetite, Isla smiling and greeting the cooks and relaying Sunjata's lunchtime idea. "If you find me asleep on my desk later, please wake me up," she tells him.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
