Attempting Humility

Phoebe deadpanned when he started to laugh. Was he…was he laughing at her? Flashbacks to finishing school when girls would gang up to tease and laugh at her over her subpar dress or improper grammar certainly did nothing to help her mood. Her nose wrinkled and lips pursed, her anger prepped and ready to snip at him, to remind him that he had been to come to ask for her opinion. But he agreed with her. Now she gaped. What. Was. Happening. Phoebe sneakily pinched the underside of her arm. Nope. Not dreaming. ”A brothel. I would call it a brothel because that is what it is.” she said dryly. Seriously he couldn’t figure this out on his own, dumb dumb? ”The god Vi.” Phoebe said, knowing which deity he meant. ”But perhaps given your track record you shouldn’t try to emulate anything divine and just focus on this mortal realm. Call it what it is, keep it simple.” Stupid, she wanted to add but refrained since he was mildly agreeable at the moment. Phoebe shine like gold, buzz like a bee, oh you make me smile