I am not a product of my circumstances.
His response was probably the best she could expect. They were in somewhat of an impossible situation, and until they knew what the Warden thought of it all, they wouldn't get anywhere. "It sounds like we've gotten as far as we can between the two of us, so I guess that's our next step." Although she was somewhat apprehensive about how he would react to the news. He'd had enough on his plate recently, and now he had to deal with this petty drama.
Laughing lightly, she stood from her chair, setting aside her notebook. "I think that's a fantastic idea. I'll even let you pick the flavors." She sent Sah a playful wink, leading the way into her kitchen. The tray sat above the stove, steaming and packed with mini pies of all fillings: apple, cherry, pumpkin, pecan, mixed berry. She'd obviously been very busy since she'd found the letter, although the counters were nearly spotless, quickly cleaned with the assistance of her magic and leaving no trace of her frantic baking. Smiling, she pulled out a small basket to carry the pies in. "I'm not sure I could eat with all the nerves, but you're welcome to eat one while we walk." Once he'd selected the flavors, she'd pack them away and gather her gloves, jacket, and scarf again, ready to bear the cold weather as they sought out Deimos.
Laughing lightly, she stood from her chair, setting aside her notebook. "I think that's a fantastic idea. I'll even let you pick the flavors." She sent Sah a playful wink, leading the way into her kitchen. The tray sat above the stove, steaming and packed with mini pies of all fillings: apple, cherry, pumpkin, pecan, mixed berry. She'd obviously been very busy since she'd found the letter, although the counters were nearly spotless, quickly cleaned with the assistance of her magic and leaving no trace of her frantic baking. Smiling, she pulled out a small basket to carry the pies in. "I'm not sure I could eat with all the nerves, but you're welcome to eat one while we walk." Once he'd selected the flavors, she'd pack them away and gather her gloves, jacket, and scarf again, ready to bear the cold weather as they sought out Deimos.
Elizabeth
I am a product of my decisions.
