"You absolutely can't go wrong with the seafood," Jingi said, leaning forward. She looked back down at the menu, thinking about his prior statements. "That sounds like an exciting thing, for a child. I cannot say mine was terribly exciting. My father was a scribe, and my mother an eccentric -- officially, she was a recordskeeper, but she was always given to her fancies. Oh, how I hated her ideas of excursions. I swore I would be nothing like her, but here I am, keeping records and managing numbers." She chuckled. The sound was slightly more bearable than her giggling had been. "I suppose I enjoy it, though it feels more as if it calls to me more than something I would do for fun in my free time." She considered. "Contrarily, it eats my time. I suppose there isn't much I do for fun, after all -- just managing books."
She gestured to the table, including Pyralis in her sweep. "This is the first time I've eaten with someone who isn't a colleague in years."
She looked up at him, smiled. It was a sweet sort of smile.
She gestured to the table, including Pyralis in her sweep. "This is the first time I've eaten with someone who isn't a colleague in years."
She looked up at him, smiled. It was a sweet sort of smile.
