bottom of the deep blue sea

Phoebe I know I am good at something, I just haven't found it yet When Jata returned, Phoebe was surprisingly no longer at her worktable. It had been thoroughly cleaned, and the prepped medicines carefully packaged. Instead, the clinic smelled sweet and fresh, a clear sign that she had been baking of all things. As depressed as Phoebe was, she still recognized the sacrifice Jata was begrudgingly making. That he was going through the effort to even get rings gave her motivation to do something kind (albeit small) in return. As the ring box slid to a stop on the table she appeared with a plate of lemon bars – his favorite, which she remembered clearly. ”These are for you.” she said softly, before picking up the box to examine the ring. ”It’s pretty.” she said, after a moment, placing it on her finger. Fortunately it did fit so they didn’t need to fuss with that.