Ingrid
"No, everyone's helping me do the next step up from getting laid. Doing the 'I love you' stuff, which is considerably harder."
"Doubt it," she quipped almost instantly. If a well within Jigano's mind stored his thousand gallons of self-restraint, Ingrid's was too shallow to reach the water table and had a bowl of day-old mac n' cheese at the bottom.
Ingrid raised an eyebrow as Amun bowed to her. What about her demeanor this week was screaming bow to me, motherfuckers? She was more or less trying to pass off a bra as a shirt, and she had a collar brooch pinned onto her hair-tie. Amun might as well have bowed to a dumpster fire. "I'm Ingrid," she replied.
Then, Jigano saw her. Are you going to bow too, Nerd? I swear to the Gods... He waved instead, and Ingrid grinned in response. He introduced Adam, who she'd never heard of before, and Amalia, who Jigano mentioned personally received a book from a goddess. Ingrid looked at the baker with something between jealousy and amazement and gave her a wave when she introduced herself.
Since Amun had started petal-sorting, Ingrid supposed she was on candle duty.
But who the hell is Coffee?
That's when she saw it.
A DRAGON? Oh Gods. Oh shit. Fucking perfect.
She went about gathering candles and dishes with one eye on the death lizard at all times, making sure she didn't go within thirty feet of it.
"Doubt it," she quipped almost instantly. If a well within Jigano's mind stored his thousand gallons of self-restraint, Ingrid's was too shallow to reach the water table and had a bowl of day-old mac n' cheese at the bottom.
Ingrid raised an eyebrow as Amun bowed to her. What about her demeanor this week was screaming bow to me, motherfuckers? She was more or less trying to pass off a bra as a shirt, and she had a collar brooch pinned onto her hair-tie. Amun might as well have bowed to a dumpster fire. "I'm Ingrid," she replied.
Then, Jigano saw her. Are you going to bow too, Nerd? I swear to the Gods... He waved instead, and Ingrid grinned in response. He introduced Adam, who she'd never heard of before, and Amalia, who Jigano mentioned personally received a book from a goddess. Ingrid looked at the baker with something between jealousy and amazement and gave her a wave when she introduced herself.
Since Amun had started petal-sorting, Ingrid supposed she was on candle duty.
But who the hell is Coffee?
That's when she saw it.
A DRAGON? Oh Gods. Oh shit. Fucking perfect.
She went about gathering candles and dishes with one eye on the death lizard at all times, making sure she didn't go within thirty feet of it.
