[SE] with a new tattoo

She gives him a nod, thinking nothing of it. After all, it would help her out to have another set of hands. ”There’s always cleaning to do,” she says, though that is a rather boring job. ”Or the cooks keep complaining about how much food they need to prep. They’d love another set of willing and able hands if you are decent with a knife.” Seriously though, it was their job to prep the food, and she was growing rather tired of them complaining about it. Yes, it was busy, but they’d expected that much for Deepfrost. Besides, it’s not like they had a large menu of food. There was only ever a handful of things available each day, but men always needed something to complain about.

Soon enough, the spider is on the table, drinking the wine with as much gusto as Weaver downs whiskey. A spider after her own heart. ”You read my mind, it seems. We can take him upstairs and let him live among the bottles behind the bar.” There weren’t many in Halo that would be bothered by a spider, and really, he was a drunk spider. Too adorable for words, watching him stumble and hiccup. ”Little buddy needs a name, I suppose. Buddy would work.”

She leaves the spider for now, turning back to the spice rack to grab the cinnamon and nutmeg. ”Alright, back to work, shall we?” she asks, hands full of the spices now. ”Tell me something else about yourself as you pour.” Already a demanding boss, but at least she was a fun boss.

weaver

-- kiss you like a whiskey fire --