[Seasonal Event] Boy Problems

Phoebe I know I am good at something, I just haven't found it yet The poor fellow seemed absolutely rattled. But Phoebe was used to dealing with people who were emotionally unsteady...though for certainly very different reasons. So she smiled warmly, maintaining her sunny, soothing disposition as she took a seat next to him. "Thank you. The Luxere seem to really like you." she said softly, holding out a handful of the yummy bread crumbs, carrots, and apples she brought, hoping they might eat out of her hand. "You've a very nice voice. Is that what they like? When people sing to them?" she asked, conversationally. Phoebe smiled and looked over at him as he stumbled his way through introductions. "Yes I am the midwife. I know it is a fairly focused practice but should you ever need anything I might have you are more than welcome to stop by, with or without a pregnant woman." she said with a light laugh. A pregnant lady was not the door charge for her clinic. If someone needed help and she could assist, that was what she was there for. "I am afraid I don't but that doesn't mean I can't know you now. What's your name? A bookmaker is a very good trade." she said encouragingly. Perhaps he needed to also talk about his boy troubles...especially with someone who could actually respond. "I...also heard you talking to the Luxere. You can talk to me about your boy troubles if you like. Maybe I can help." she said with a smile.