Victor (to Persephone): NOW why are you pouting?
Persephone (to Victor): Oh, Ma is making me work as a catering helper for a party tonight. She wouldn't take no for an answer.
Victor (to Persephone): No, she generally doesn't. Were you ever able to find out any information about my mom and your dad when they were young?
Persephone (to Victor): All she said was that Poppy had a difficult time of it as a kid and that my Da was grown & working as a City Guard by then. I didn't even know that Dad had been a city guard. Ma said he stopped right when I was born.
Victor (to Persephone): Wow. I didn't know that either. Still didn't tell us much, did they? God, they are so tight-lipped about everything. Damn. I wonder if there's information in my mom's files anywhere.
Persephone (to Victor): Nope. Ma told me to stop being nosy, that clearly I needed something to occupy myself with and that's when I got saddled with catering duty... She said it should keep me busy enough to stop thinking about all that nonsense. Did you try asking your Mom directly?
Victor (to Persephone): Not recently. Last time I tried that, she glared at me, told me I was getting too big for my britches and she put me in intensive hand-to-hand training for a week and a half.
Persephone (to Victor): Grunt! That sounds terrible. It really makes me wonder what happened back then... It must have been really awful.
Victor (to Persephone): Terrible and painful. Maybe I should try Dad. I mean, all they're doing by not telling us is making us MORE curious. My parents seem to live in fear of me getting curious about stuff.
Persephone (to Victor): I KNOW. It's killing me... How much you want to bet it's something really boring & we're going to feel utterly stupid for wasting all of our time trying to figure it out? ... Maybe, it's a wild goose chase.
Victor (to Persephone): Heh. Yeah. Probably. Mom probably spent all her time at a boarding school for young ladies, or something.
Persephone (to Victor): Oh my god! I can picture her now, learning the proper way to pour tea, napkin folding and walking in heels.
Victor (to Persephone): Well, she does wear heels whenever she can... And it would explain why she's so insistent I do things "properly." I mean, I'm sure she just loves tea parties, and... Ha ha ha! Oh God. I can't even finish that sentence. Hee hee.
Persephone (to Victor): HAHA! Should I just ask her if she would teach me how to be a "lady"?
Victor (to Persephone): Only if you're feeling super brave. Or super self-abusive. Keep in mind she's been teaching you how to fight.
Persephone (to Victor): Heehee, I wouldn't ask her, anyway... I have no interest in all that frou-frou stuff.
Victor (to Persephone): Eh. It's not so bad once and a while. I mean, I wouldn't want to do it every Sunday.
Persephone (to Victor): Heh... Considering how long it takes you to get ready to do anything, you're halfway there already. :-P
Victor (to Persephone): Hey, some of just don't throw ourselves together on a whim, you know.
Persephone (to Victor): Are you implying that I don't have a sense of style, cousin dear? :-P
Victor (to Persephone): I'm not implying that. I'm stating it. I'm kidding! KIDDING! Put your fists down.
Persephone (to Victor): Oooo... You're lucky that I like you.
Victor (to Persephone): Oh, you KNOW I'm kidding. Like you've ever had any young gentleman complain about the way you look.
Persephone (to Victor): Heh... No, but Ma complains about it daily.
Victor (to Persephone): Heh. That doesn't surprise me. You know how much your Ma likes things neat and orderly.
Persephone (to Victor): She's such a dictator sometimes... I seriously need to figure out how to get my own place. You're so lucky that you can crossover and live on the other side of the portal if you wanted to.
Victor (to Persephone): Well, yeah. I mean, I spent a good chunk of my childhood there. But, it's not like I can really get away from my parents on the other side.
Persephone (to Victor): Sure, you could. It's a big world out there...
Victor (to Persephone): It's a big world on this side, too. You really want to get away from the Inn, don't you?
Persephone (to Victor): Dear god, yes... I know you think it's the bee's knees, but you try living here all of the time.
Victor (to Persephone): I don't think it's the bee's knees. I just don't think it's as terrible as you seem to think it is. I mean, I'm glad I don't have to be there every day, but I wish my folks were a bit more stable sometimes.
Persephone (to Victor): I guess it's true that you always want you don't have. Grunt... I hate being this introspective. And, it looks like I am being called into work. Promise me, you'll do something fun, tonight since I won't be able to. You have to promise... I don't care what it is.
Victor (to Persephone): Alright. Alright! I promise.
Persephone (to Victor): Good! I'll see you later then.
Persephone (to Victor): Oh, Ma is making me work as a catering helper for a party tonight. She wouldn't take no for an answer.
Victor (to Persephone): No, she generally doesn't. Were you ever able to find out any information about my mom and your dad when they were young?
Persephone (to Victor): All she said was that Poppy had a difficult time of it as a kid and that my Da was grown & working as a City Guard by then. I didn't even know that Dad had been a city guard. Ma said he stopped right when I was born.
Victor (to Persephone): Wow. I didn't know that either. Still didn't tell us much, did they? God, they are so tight-lipped about everything. Damn. I wonder if there's information in my mom's files anywhere.
Persephone (to Victor): Nope. Ma told me to stop being nosy, that clearly I needed something to occupy myself with and that's when I got saddled with catering duty... She said it should keep me busy enough to stop thinking about all that nonsense. Did you try asking your Mom directly?
Victor (to Persephone): Not recently. Last time I tried that, she glared at me, told me I was getting too big for my britches and she put me in intensive hand-to-hand training for a week and a half.
Persephone (to Victor): Grunt! That sounds terrible. It really makes me wonder what happened back then... It must have been really awful.
Victor (to Persephone): Terrible and painful. Maybe I should try Dad. I mean, all they're doing by not telling us is making us MORE curious. My parents seem to live in fear of me getting curious about stuff.
Persephone (to Victor): I KNOW. It's killing me... How much you want to bet it's something really boring & we're going to feel utterly stupid for wasting all of our time trying to figure it out? ... Maybe, it's a wild goose chase.
Victor (to Persephone): Heh. Yeah. Probably. Mom probably spent all her time at a boarding school for young ladies, or something.
Persephone (to Victor): Oh my god! I can picture her now, learning the proper way to pour tea, napkin folding and walking in heels.
Victor (to Persephone): Well, she does wear heels whenever she can... And it would explain why she's so insistent I do things "properly." I mean, I'm sure she just loves tea parties, and... Ha ha ha! Oh God. I can't even finish that sentence. Hee hee.
Persephone (to Victor): HAHA! Should I just ask her if she would teach me how to be a "lady"?
Victor (to Persephone): Only if you're feeling super brave. Or super self-abusive. Keep in mind she's been teaching you how to fight.
Persephone (to Victor): Heehee, I wouldn't ask her, anyway... I have no interest in all that frou-frou stuff.
Victor (to Persephone): Eh. It's not so bad once and a while. I mean, I wouldn't want to do it every Sunday.
Persephone (to Victor): Heh... Considering how long it takes you to get ready to do anything, you're halfway there already. :-P
Victor (to Persephone): Hey, some of just don't throw ourselves together on a whim, you know.
Persephone (to Victor): Are you implying that I don't have a sense of style, cousin dear? :-P
Victor (to Persephone): I'm not implying that. I'm stating it. I'm kidding! KIDDING! Put your fists down.
Persephone (to Victor): Oooo... You're lucky that I like you.
Victor (to Persephone): Oh, you KNOW I'm kidding. Like you've ever had any young gentleman complain about the way you look.
Persephone (to Victor): Heh... No, but Ma complains about it daily.
Victor (to Persephone): Heh. That doesn't surprise me. You know how much your Ma likes things neat and orderly.
Persephone (to Victor): She's such a dictator sometimes... I seriously need to figure out how to get my own place. You're so lucky that you can crossover and live on the other side of the portal if you wanted to.
Victor (to Persephone): Well, yeah. I mean, I spent a good chunk of my childhood there. But, it's not like I can really get away from my parents on the other side.
Persephone (to Victor): Sure, you could. It's a big world out there...
Victor (to Persephone): It's a big world on this side, too. You really want to get away from the Inn, don't you?
Persephone (to Victor): Dear god, yes... I know you think it's the bee's knees, but you try living here all of the time.
Victor (to Persephone): I don't think it's the bee's knees. I just don't think it's as terrible as you seem to think it is. I mean, I'm glad I don't have to be there every day, but I wish my folks were a bit more stable sometimes.
Persephone (to Victor): I guess it's true that you always want you don't have. Grunt... I hate being this introspective. And, it looks like I am being called into work. Promise me, you'll do something fun, tonight since I won't be able to. You have to promise... I don't care what it is.
Victor (to Persephone): Alright. Alright! I promise.
Persephone (to Victor): Good! I'll see you later then.
