PHOEBE
Phoebe went about finishing up the supper, now that she had a guest to serve. But you see, this was one of Pim’s favorite parts. As she went about cutting the roast, every time she came across a particularly fatty piece, she would toss it off to the side. With practiced ease Pim would jump up and catch it right out of the air, grumbling contentedly with his off-cuts. ”I’m glad you think so. Hopefully you’ll think it tastes as good as it smells.” she said with a smile his direction.Shortly after she brought him a generous helping of the supper she had prepared, as well as a glass of water and a few slices of buttered bread. ”Yes, actually.” she said with a light laugh. ”I never know when people are going to stop by or when new people will appear here that need help. And if it doesn’t get eaten right away I can always make leftover pie with it. Or give it to Pim.” she said, sitting down with her own plate then.
Cause getting your dreams
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
