Phoebe
The Nightingale
Phoebe couldn't help but laugh as Harper groaned his appreciation for the food she had prepared. It was something she had always loved about him - he knew just how to make a girl feel appreciated for the hard work she put into a meal! Not all were so free with their praise. "I'm glad. I do think I outdid myself this time. Must've been caramelizing the onion a bit longer than usual." she said, picking up his nearly licked clean plate.
As she brought them to the sink, her stomach gurgled, causing her brows to furrow. It wasn't a happy full tummy gurgle. She had eaten more than her fill of stew too...there wasn't time to think more. Phoebe turned on her heel and hurried to the other room where the bathroom was, kneeling over the toilet before throwing up a good portion of what she had just eaten. Thankfully her hair stayed around her shoulders as she panted, still leaning against the seat as she tried to decide if she was going to get sick again or not.
Yep. Again.
Thrice in fact. "Apparently I overdid it." she groaned, forehead pressed against the cool stone floor when she was certain she was finished.
As she brought them to the sink, her stomach gurgled, causing her brows to furrow. It wasn't a happy full tummy gurgle. She had eaten more than her fill of stew too...there wasn't time to think more. Phoebe turned on her heel and hurried to the other room where the bathroom was, kneeling over the toilet before throwing up a good portion of what she had just eaten. Thankfully her hair stayed around her shoulders as she panted, still leaning against the seat as she tried to decide if she was going to get sick again or not.
Yep. Again.
Thrice in fact. "Apparently I overdid it." she groaned, forehead pressed against the cool stone floor when she was certain she was finished.
love is the flower you've got to let grow
