Alicia nearly snorted her water when Rich’s comment had her laughing. “For your sake I really hope you’re more of a business, well, person than I am. Because me? Business woman?” she laughed as she shook her head. “No, no just no. I’m a Healer. I just happen to have the means to Heal more than broken bones. That’s not business.” She paused for a moment before she added with a smirk; “but I can do that in five inch heels. Probably backwards, too.”
“Mm, hmm,” Alicia nodded. “I see your point, and I’m not talking about the quality of the broom, uhm…” With her hands she mimicked holding someone in front of her. “Whenever I’ve been flying with the kids, one, usually Liam, has always been sitting in front of me, his harness attached to mine with a carbine, while Isla’s been strapped in the same way with the other flyer…” She frowned slightly, then nodded again. “Okay, yeah, I can see that with a family broom you wouldn’t have to have a second flyer if you were taking more than one child with you.”
“Alright,” she admitted, “maybe Wingbeat isn’t the place to go for that. There’s a weekly chess tournament at Finnigan’s.” She was teasing, but only partly so; if you were looking for girls with more than just the looks and the right blood maybe going to places aside from the most obvious, such as clubs or bars. With that in mind, she fell quiet for a moment, mulling an idea over. “It’s cliché, but maybe a bachelor auction could be an idea for the next fundraiser,” she mused aloud. “Or something not quite as stuffy and go for a speed dating night? That wouldn’t require people to dole out a lot of money, but it would be certain to raise awareness, maybe even bring in more volunteers.”