Blackbeak Bluff i am methuselah of the tribulation

erzulie did not miss the mention of girlfriend, nor the fact that blixen was alone now. wondering if the mention had been meant to begin a dialogue between them about that. but she side-stepped in, moving toward the subject of what the little rose enjoyed doing.
"gardening? i am a botaniste as part of my trade." knowing the sort of small berries that grew roundabout the island was a well-thought way to soften men into more safe beings before she engaged with them. and then there was the black fleck, the coquelicot, by which such euphoria could be achieved.
a small curve of her lips; erzulie glanced toward her companion. "you say dis woman is your 'ex,' but you search for her." she arched her brow with a gentle teasing, facing before them once more to scent the air, curious but unwilling to pry.