Bad Luck Bears

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you Phoebe rubbed the little bump forming on the crown of her head, hoping it would help the dull throbbing, to no avail. She groaned and let her hand fall to the side. Bastien’s voice was doing nothing to keep the headache at bay either. ”Would you stop yelling?!” she said with a slight huff, almost on the verge of sounding whiney as she pressed her fingers to her temples, closing her eyes and willing the headache away. It didn’t work. His perfectly legitimate church. ”I don’t know why you insist on calling it a church and not a brothel. That is what you really want so just own it.” she grouched, moving to one of the fireplaces where she had hot water ready for tea. Peppermint tea would help the headache. Maybe. It couldn’t make this irritating twit of a man disappear after all. ”Thank you for bringing the package.” she sighed, trying to focus on the task in front of her so she wouldn’t spill hot water on her hands. ”That is unfortunately the only door. And since I just slammed my head on the underside of a table, I would appreciate a moment to be able to see straight without you calling me names in a language you know I don’t understand.” she said in a grouchy tone. She certainly was far from the fever pitch she had been in last he saw her, but she was definitely not in a great mood. Whacking one’s head against a hard surface would do that. Bastien had a similar effect on people it seemed.