Tummy Rumblies

Phoebe I know I am good at something, I just haven't found it yet Hmm. That seemed odd to her that there were those devout to Vi but hadn’t ever seen him. That certainly took a deep level of faith she thought… and it made her wonder if Vi really did exist. Did anything even exist outside of the bubble? Or was Vi and the outside just the workings of the hopes and dreams of the desperate? So many questions and so few answers. ”Well I am sure you will see him someday…and maybe your faith in his absence will be rewarded.” she said with a smile. He put himself down and she frowned a little. ”Now, I don’t believe that. Smart people ask questions. Not so smart people don’t.” she said encouragingly. He was looking for answers, which was most than a lot of people did. A questioning mind was a strong mind, or so her teachers had always said. How else would anyone grow if they didn’t ask questions? They didn’t grow. Simple as that. ”O-oh! Okay, thank you! Yes, I will watch the stall.” she said with a nod. Not that she knew what to do if anyone came by, but she could at least make sure things wouldn’t get stolen. Well. Not even that. She could identify who stole something because she certainly couldn’t defend anything. Fortunately for her thought it was a boring wait and no one showed up to trade or steal. When Emmett returned she was a bit relieved. No incidents! Perfect! But her eyes widened when he handed her not just tea, but a pretty flower too. Her cheeks turned red and she sniffed it instinctively. It smelled lovely of course. ”For watching the stall? But I owe you for the food!” she said confused and a little flustered. ”But…thank you. It’s beautiful.” she added with a small smile.