pen_is_wow
Here, in a place where she is quite an unexpected sight, is:
an eight year old girl with brown-flecked white wings, looking dismayed and lost.
an eight year old girl with brown-flecked white wings, looking dismayed and lost.
She takes a moment to parse this, then: "That's probably why you were awake when we met, then. It might be worth doing to see if you can get on a nocturnal sleep schedule while you're here, but it might not: Klaudia and I both work, so having someone around to take care of you would be a tricky proposition anyway."
"You're your own boss, you can give yourself emergency family time off."
"I don't like to abuse power, but you may be right. I'll see if anyone can cover for me for tonight and rearrange the schedule from there."
"You're your own boss, you can give yourself emergency family time off."
"I don't like to abuse power, but you may be right. I'll see if anyone can cover for me for tonight and rearrange the schedule from there."
"Not saying costume, exactly, but letting people assume it. People can be remarkably oblivious to strange things going on around them, and forcing them not to be oblivious ends up wasting a lot of time on things like screaming and calming people down and convincing them that they're not hallucinating, dreaming or the subject of a strange prank."
pen_is_wow
Pen recognizes a lot of the produce, and likes fruit. She is confused by the packaging but can identify some legumes and grains in the bulk section as good and is amused by "angelhair pasta". She likes eggs and bread and cheese and seems to find the meat selection inadequate but likes poultry and beef.