Tummy Rumblies

Phoebe I know I am good at something, I just haven't found it yet ”Well yes but surely you get sick of just them sometimes?” she asked, tilting her head slightly to the side. She had loved her family but even they got irritating every now and again! She supposed there weren’t very many people around that were around their age though, so maybe there just wasn’t the opportunity to make a lot of friends? Now that she thought about it, growing up here was probably a pretty boring experience…or would it be if this was all one knew? Too many questions with answers she didn’t think she would ever know. He mentioned how she had lost everyone and she sighed a little. ”You get used to being alone I suppose.” she said quietly. Phoebe didn’t like it, but it was true. She had grown accustomed to doing most everything on her own. Eating alone. Cleaning alone. Sleeping alone. Sigh. This was getting awful depressing wasn’t it? Emmett seemed to agree and switched topics. Phoebe smiled and nodded. ”Yes I do, very much so. I was the baby in my family but I do love children. It is a shame I think there aren’t many here.” she said with a smile. ”Are you the oldest? How many siblings to you have? I am one of four.” she asked.