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Nerite
Legacy Name: Nerite

The Marsh Legeica
Owner: Tribe

Age: 8 years, 7 months, 1 week

Born: September 6th, 2015

Adopted: 2 years, 1 month, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: February 23rd, 2022

This pet has been nominated for the Pet Spotlight!

Statistics

• Level: 246
   
• Strength: 615
   
• Defense: 613
   
• Speed: 612
   
• Health: 612
   
• HP: 607/612
   
• Intelligence: 259
   
• Books Read: 259
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

Brunch Rush

"So, everyone got enough time to think?" I smile winningly at the brunch party, pen poised above my notepad. "What can I get started for you lovely ladies today?"

The cafe's globe lights warm up the cafe's soft pinewood as the morning rays start to break through the window--it's giving all the rustic coffeehouse vibes anyone could possible want. This group? They're my weekend regulars, a lovely group with one thing in common: getting screwed by the gods, The barstaff have already gotten them started on their first round and I know their orders by heart, but I always ask; you never know what fun snippet of gossip you'll catch from this group--they're a total hoot and a half.

Helen rolls her eyes, fidgets with the horseshoe pendant around her neck. "Darlin', you know us like the back of your hand. The usual, I know you got us."

Clytemnestra gives her a gentle elbow. "Mimosas, I think. And you know that I'm always hungry for those delightful waffles."

Helen gently swats her twin back, the sisters breaking out in a bout of amiable bickering.

"Never a dull moment." Cassandra, one hand cupping her forehead and the other swirling a glass of white wine, sighs. "Mind putting me down for that..." She glances down at the menu to double-check her order. "Prosciutto cucumber toast with caviar?"

"Mmh, going savory today, I see. Sweet tooth not in business at this hour?" Giggling, I jot it down. "Also, don't worry one bit--I've seen just about everything from your group and I still think you're delightful. I'd ask if you wanted coffee, but I know you ladies love a good boozy weekend brunch." I peek at Cassandra, who's taking a ladylike swig as she shuts her menu. "Cass, are you springing for another glass of white or your usual bellini?"

"The white'll do for now." Cassandra gives me a nonchalant hand wave, gives me a quick wink. "Makes the fun part of day drinking come sooner--love weekends for that. My head can punish me tomorrow morning. Until then, disregard most things that come out of my mouth."

"Oh, with all the bull we deal with, the least we can do is drink our troubles away." Io mutters under her breath, skimming through the menu; she quickly looks up, brightens up with a beaming smile. "How've things been in your neck of the woods, darlin'?"

"Oh, it'd be shellfish to talk about lil ol' me. I'll humor you though: just an ordinary week not livin' as a shrimp and that's perfectly fine with me." I playfully snicker with the whole group, offer a quick nod to the rest of the table. "Can I get anything started for the rest of you?"

"Usual for me this week." Io adjusts her sleek leather belt and smooths out her glossy white skirt below the table, a mischievousness in her smile. "Ner dearie, have you heard anything about Aphrodite feuding with poor Psyche?"

I attentively scribble on my notepad as the ladies go around the table and rattle off their orders, but I perk up the juicy tidbits start coming: Helen's raspberry pancakes and strawberry marg, Clytemnestra's mimosas and pancakes (generous chocolate and caramel drizzle), Io's sangria lemonade and chocolate pumpkin cake, pros cucumber caviar toast for Cassandra, maybe a drink top up for her in about 20.

"Oh, not that again..." Daphne, wearing a hairband adorned with delicate golden laurel leaves, slides her menu across the table, pointing at and mouthing her order: grapefruit sparkler and french toast, extra powdered sugar. "Aphrodite can keep her bs to herself. What's it this time?"

"Y'all, don't believe me for this but--" Giggling, Cassandra rolls her eyes as she huffs a curly wisp of dark hair out of her face, her voice rising to approximate a snooty, pretentious tone. "Did it have anything to do with offending thine divine eyes of Aphrodite?"

The table breaks out in uproarious laughter.

Semele, ever the pot-stirrer with her inquisitive questioning, glances over the brunch menu before asking. "Io, care to enlighten us? I am dying to find out. Tell us all the proof, sweetheart."

A hushed smattering of gossip, broken up by long cocktail sips and incredulous looks, falls over the group.

I giggle at their conversation. "Alright gals, I gotta run these orders to our lovely kitchen and bar folks and then check on my other table, but I'll be back in when I've got a chance and make sure everyone's taken care of."

"Quit lollygagging!" They shoo me off, lightly teasing. "Go do your work!"

-

I bring the orders up to the kitchen, who're already cooking up a storm. I clip my note sheets, slide it down for them to see.

The head patisserie sees the papers, chuckles before yelling above the cooking din. "Ah, our favorite ladies, innit?"

I nod and throw him a thumbs up; he nods back in acknowledgment, smiling as he pipes a perfect swirl of cream. "Those girls keep us busy, but at least they 'ppreciate us--makes a whole world o' difference!"

I grin back, heft a tray heaped with another table's order in one hand and grab an iced bucket--wine already inside--for bottle service. Gotta be quick, gotta get back to those hungry customers.

-

The girls wave over a late arrival, all cheerful smiles.

Medusa, looking flustered, runs her hands through her wavy locks as she plops down in her chair. "Oh gosh, so sorry--I didn't anticipate how bad traffic would be at this hour! It was like sitting in a statue garden on the highway."

Helen giggles, waves the apology away. "Don't you worry about it! It might be slower than a siege on a siege on the roads, but we're just glad you made it, hun."

They teasingly chide her, keeping the mood airy and light; they're just here to have fun--no harm, no foul.

Medusa looks up at me sheepishly. "Got time for another order?"

"Of course." I smile winningly at the group. "Anything for y'all, don't you doubt it for a second."

"Mmmh, what am I feeling today?" She thinks aloud, tip-tapping her manicured fingers--which sport winding serpent designs--against the marble-top table. "Can you grab me a fig and goat cheese crostini, pomegranate spritz?"

"That I can do, love!" I jot it down, do a quick look around the table. "Anyone need a top-up on drinks? I see that Ceto brought out your cocktails; just want to make sure that everyone's happy where they are."

Everyone shakes their head slightly... well, except Cassandra, who holds a finger up as she finishes downing another glass of white. "Hit me with it."

I pour from the bottle I have on hand, giving her a hefty refill with a coy wink. "Enjoy, sweetheart."

She's already taking a drink. Between swallows, she wryly remarks, "Oh, trust me--I will."

-

I let them enjoy their meals, their playful brunchtime conversations; as much as I'd love to sit in on their chitchat, I've got other patrons to take care of and likewise spoil.

I help them box up their leftovers, sneak them little treats to take home. They're giggly and tipsy in the most delightful way, ready to hit the town for some boutique shopping. I'm sure they'll make some salesperson very happy by the end of the day, I good-humoredly think to myself.

"Alright, loves--I hope you had a good brunch with us! See you again soon?"

"Oh you bet!" The group choruses as they head out the door. "You'll be seeing more of us next week--don't miss us too much!"

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