ππππ πππππ ππππππ πππ ππππ πππππππ πππππ ππππ ππππ, he and jill had been almost attached at the hip. much like they were as children, the two decided to pick up where they'd left off, rather than stew in twenty years of heartache. their reunion was a blessing, and by some unfavorable feeling in her stomach, she'd figured it was a fleeting one.
so, she'd show him around the hideaway. rattle on about all the ingenious feats of engineering and sustainability, people to know and people to forget --- mindless gossip that was hushed by a hand and whispered into his person. they'd make touring the hideaway look like an attraction, the way the laughter never ceased and the smiles never faltered. truly, it felt like a part of her had returned.
" aaand --- " she trots ahead of him in a spin, arms outstretched to present: " the tub and crown ! " behind the bar, maeve strikes a pose in unison. she motions for joshua to sit, pulling a barstool out for him before sitting in the adjacent one. " joshua rosfield, meet maeve lostwing. she heralds the most important job of all: keeping up morale, if you catch my drift. " / @opyre
