Circe had found a nice little cafe. Good coffee, decent bruschetta, and a nice little patio for out door eating.


Except for one little problem. The kids that were present. Not their behavior. The kids were well behaved for eating out and the staff was even good about making sure their adults reeled kids in. No, no, no. Today was simply because of a conversation Circe had overheard.


Circe had to stuff bruschetta into her mouth not to laugh. Because wow that was a combination of TMI and innocence. And then the worst happened. Circe got a look at the, hmm? Older sister? Cousin? The face of the woman with the little girl. Too late, Circe coughed out the bruschetta, "Oh ho ho ho ho!"


That was the damn that broke. Circe decided to try drink in the Glamour. Not from the poor beat red big sister. Embarrassment wouldn't get so much instead of the joy from everyone around them. It wasn't what she preferred but quantity over quality when needs must. It'd help with the tunnel trip for certain.


3 suxx



"You have a weird laugh lady," the little girl who kicked things off has to point out Circe. Oh that made the big sister's expression turn priceless. Circe was having trouble telling who was cuter. The little girl or the massively humiliated big sister. For now, the Summer Queen bows to the child, "I enjoy being Wyrd. Never should ya be, anything but you. For you little one, are fun."

Circe was pleased with the response. A smiling child and a adult with a possibly broken brain. What was the term? Troll lo lol.