"Of course," Fatima said with a slight incline of her head, standing to make the order. She set a pot of milk to heat with honey and anise and clove, only barely enough tea in the heavy ceramic mug to cover the bottom. Priya did not stop by often, but she did sometimes. Usually when she was stuck on a problem, it seemed to Fatima; when she needed fresh air and a new perspective.
Problem-solving when Circe was around might be a bit trickier than usual.
Fatima exchanged the mug for the coin, and left the transaction at that. If she needed smalltalk or a sounding board, Fatima would oblige, but she had a hunch that silence would be preferable.
Circe was not so considerate. She'd heard very well that little scoff, though she'd continued to puff her oja in contemplative silence, watching the other woman from amidst her cozy nest. They'd both been born on Muskaptilo, unlike so many who lived here now. Which was, admittedly, Circe's fault. Perhaps Priya, like Arjun, would have been perfectly pleased to have their little island die a quiet death. Both had bloodlines leading back to the very beginnings of Muskaptilo. Not like Circe. Genius wasn't in her blood.
"And what brings you here?" Circe wondered aloud, exhaling smoke with her words as she tipped forward to rest her chin on her hands. "Will your lab not be lonely without you, pretty Priya? If you wanted to see me so badly, you needed only to say." She fluttered her eyelashes for emphasis.
Problem-solving when Circe was around might be a bit trickier than usual.
Fatima exchanged the mug for the coin, and left the transaction at that. If she needed smalltalk or a sounding board, Fatima would oblige, but she had a hunch that silence would be preferable.
Circe was not so considerate. She'd heard very well that little scoff, though she'd continued to puff her oja in contemplative silence, watching the other woman from amidst her cozy nest. They'd both been born on Muskaptilo, unlike so many who lived here now. Which was, admittedly, Circe's fault. Perhaps Priya, like Arjun, would have been perfectly pleased to have their little island die a quiet death. Both had bloodlines leading back to the very beginnings of Muskaptilo. Not like Circe. Genius wasn't in her blood.
"And what brings you here?" Circe wondered aloud, exhaling smoke with her words as she tipped forward to rest her chin on her hands. "Will your lab not be lonely without you, pretty Priya? If you wanted to see me so badly, you needed only to say." She fluttered her eyelashes for emphasis.
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