With a full stomach, the wavy haired brunette leaned 'lazily' against her 'fortress' as they sat together on the Goltbred sitting room's sofa. The cook had also been delighted by the young miss requesting his service the moment she returned - and prepared more meat than was reasonable!
'I'm sorry for saying I was starving… but it was also good. Hurp~'
The worst part for her was the slow and inconspicuous rate of energy conversion, so that it wasn't obvious that she was a Primalist to her parents. The things she did to remain their sweet, 'slight above average' girl…
"I'm sure that your mind is mostly on a closer event, but have you given any thoughts on joining the competition?"
Ondua tried to gloss over the wedding. Normally his daughter would 'punish' him for that, but she left it alone. For now. She would savor bringing it up constantly starting tomorrow!
"I don't know… maybe as event staff?"
