Vivian’s brow quirked to the Savage Whip’s recollection of a conversation a while ago. “Yes, let’s just go with that, Konrad.” Her grin told of another tale, but she let him slide.
“Well that’s excellent. Otherwise, I don’t know what I’d do with a pumpkin this time of year. Making a pie is out of season for spring, right?” The Daeva hadn’t really been in a hurry for them to come back. But, she’d let the men think what they’d like.
She’d casually flipped through her phone while others were speaking. When she found what she was looking for, Vivian responded to the feminine Lord and Savage. “According to Sacramento 365, there does not seem to be operas currently. Musicals, yes, plays, yes, but… oh just a tick, there’s an actual classical and opera section.” A quick scroll through the page. “Hmm, I don’t see any sort of Opera.” Her lips rumpled disappointed.
There was something hanging in the air when Gerald spoke of Prisci. The Daeva really couldn’t pass it up. Stepping into his personal space, she grinned and leaned to whisper in his ear. “Could it be an attraction to… oh, what's the word... power.” A soft snicker as she resumed her place in the circle of conversation.