Fildas briskly walked over to her friends table that they were occupying, and quickly slipped into her seat clutching her large coffee mug between her hands. As she sat down she took a sip and sighed in satisfaction.
“Oh goodness Fildas, you shouldn’t drink that much coffee, it isn’t good for you.” Pakhet said with a shake of her head.
Fildas smiled wickedly, “It’s not coffee Pakhet, it’s an Irish Hot Chocolate.”
Pinga snorted into her Chia, “So part whiskey, part chocolate then.”
All three women laughed.
“Did the two of you consider what I asked you last time?” Pakhet asked her friends.
“Despite your outlandish blandishments, I don’t think I will be joining you in destroying your patron city.” Pinga said with a laugh.
Fildas joined in, “Come now Pinga, it’s only been a few hundred years since she asked, the least we could do is think about it.”
“Hey!,” Pakhet exclaimed, “I haven’t asked about it in over a thousand years! No, I was talking about the aerial silks class that I thought we should all take.” She sipped her Turkish coffee in mock annoyance.
“Seems a little mundane for a goddess, don’t you think?” Fildas said.
“Says the woman wearing jeans and an off the rack “vintage” t-shirt” Pakhet replied. “It’s time for something new.”
“I say we should try it,” Pinga added, “Then I can practice my descending target shooting.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Fildas laughed.
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