Miranda felt a jolt of electricity run from her hand and up her arm, creating light flutters in her stomach. She felt warmer again, and could feel the heat of a light flush on her cheeks, even more so when Fiona replied to her in kind with rhyme.
And so, the thought of confronting Fiona with the kissing was put in the back burner of her mind.
The little poem made her giggle as they went into the bakery. “Not to worry, I always have things pop into my head everyday, it’s a matter of quickly getting them down on paper first. And the feelings are always intense in my attempts to get them on paper.”
Not to dissimilar to the feeling she was having right now with Fiona, a sense of thrill. In a word, she was beginning to feel something, yet she couldn’t quite put it on the tip of her tongue.
As soon as the two school girls walked into the bakery, Miranda simply stood where she was, frozen in place as she took in the multitude of colors and shapes that stood out before her. So many different types of bread, pastries, chips, snacks, and foods galore.
There simply couldn’t have been enough time to try them all.
There was little time for her to think of the choices before Miranda was noticed. Surprised, she scrambled for her phrasebook,flipped through a few pages, briefly memorized it, and looked back toward the baker.“A-A pleasure to meet you, sir.”
Results were quite mixed. On one hand, she had knowledge of Gaelic from her parents, and someone on Prismnet said that Selkie was similar-ish to Gaelic.
On the other hand, she was rusty as hell.
She looked through the phrasebook again, but given they were on a limited time frame, decided to quickly close it and look back up, she took a chance on her crash course in learning Selkie the week beforehand and said, “What happened during the summer festival?”
She hoped to god that she was able to nail it with the time she had and her pervious level of knowledge in Gaelic a second generation Irish expat would know.
Kat smiled, and whispered back in a way that may send shivers down one’s spine, “Sounds like a plan my little shieldmaiden.”
She looked towards Finnegan, “My best wishes on Mona’s matrimony then. May her night be as eventful as mine with Liv’s!” She jokingly replied back in reference to Finnegan’s dry response, and probably killing Liv in red embarrassment and flirtation. Though she considered it a plus if she did end up laying with Liv in a new, more intimate sense, she was okay with taking it slow and winging it if need be.
Though that was a bridge to cross over later in the day.
She then frowned in seriousness as she made a straight face, “In fairness though, wish her luck for me, being a leader of anything’s got to be stressful and nerve wracking, but there’s always benefits in the end.”
She then returned to finishing up her breakfast before she placed all the cutlery neatly on the plate, and wiped her mouth with a napkin, and then neatly placed it on the plate. She glanced over to see whether or not everyone else was wrapping up with breakfast.
Finished with her own meal, she looked up and said, “I can’t help but say thank you, Mister Finnegan, to you and your staff for providing me good hospitality, and a warm meal as well as good company to a completely new stranger.”