We were having dessert when the high priest suddenly said, "That girl you saw just now was the sweetheart of a fire priest. You stole her sweetheart?" He looked at me with disappointment in his eyes. As if he was disappointed in my taste of a lover.
"I am not such a cheap person! I won't lead on people with fiances!"
"That's better." He nodded his head in satisfaction. "I can't bear my underlings being so distasteful."
But you sold potions that made people look sick out of boredom.
"The goddess of love and her servants might like these kind of tasteless things more."
"Well then Rachelle must be blessed by the goddess of love from birth."
The high priest chuckled. "I pity the fool who thinks blessings from the goddess of love is a gift." He took a sip of his wine and then said, "So it's Rachelle who stole the sweetheart from that girl then."
"Rachelle is in the process of stealing her sweetheart," I amended.
