Wishy-Washy Fool

Phoebe Steadman I've dropped out, burned up Fought my way back from the dead "Thief's disappeared? Sounds high time to do inventory then." she said with a smirk, shaking her head a bit. A merchant hiring a thief still struck her as incredibly nonsensical. But it was his business to run, not hers. Phoebe glanced at her little bag of harvested seeds and bulbs. "Mostly Quinine and Canellila. For the medicial gardens arouned the Halenani." she said with a bit of a shrug. They served different purposes, but would both be equally useful. She glanced at the picnic as he offered she join, but slowly she shook her head. "He's still a growing boy. I wouldn't want to deprive him of third helpings." she said with a small smile. But really, it was a weak attempt at establishing some distance.