Moonspear All anybody would tell me is all that bad news

Ah, perfect! I used to be, but shit happens. Bridget said, both relating and dismissing her insecurity. Whatever she might say, she’d obviously caught these, which meant she was more than alright by Bridget’s standards.

The shit that happened was probably obvious enough that she didn’t mention it any further. Instead she snagged the interest of that second mention. Keen obviously knew her trade but Bridget didn’t know much about hers in return.

A historian? Sounds impressive. What kind of history? So she was smart. Bridget’s gaze sparked with interest and intrigue as she waited, though she wasn’t shy about getting started on the meal while the other woman explained.