Eleanor’s nails fluttered against the granite countertop as she observed the company in her kitchen, impatience worming its way further around her spine with every passing second. Boredom was not something she could stomach for long intervals and her limited tolerance had begun running on empty about ten minutes prior. Not to mention the proximity of Litha to Damien left a distinctly bitter taste in her mouth, one that she couldn’t identify. “Are you two going to stand there all afternoon or can we get this show on the road before I age another twenty years?”