PHOEBE
She smiled a little back at him, as disingenuous as it was. "Does it still hurt? I've some cremes for my work that could help it." she said, asking about the scar. She doubted he was taking care of it like he should be after all.She was happy to take his hand, actually smiling a little. "Oh no, my parents had much different standards for fellows. You just barely qualify for marrying age." she said with a light laugh. Her sisters had all maddied men a couple years older than them. Not a lot. But enough to be established in their careers and able to support a family. Those were the sorts of things commonfolk parents like hers had really cared about.
"Uhm..." Phoebe bit her lip, looking over what the options were, but feeling indecisive. "You pick, you know what's good...just...not something with onions if that's okay?" she said, looking over at him. She didn't dislike onions but...as of late they very much disliked her.
I gotta find my place
I wanna hear my sound
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy
I wanna hear my sound
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy
