“No-Nose and Nosebleed?” Alicia pulled a face of sympathy for both the kid, the mother and George as he continued to relay the disasters of his day. It did sound horrendous, but at the same time Alicia found herself first biting her lips then sipping from her wine to keep her smile and subsequent chuckle from being too obvious.
But then it seemed as if it caught up to George as well, and Alicia set her glass down as she shook her head in sympathy though her shoulders were shaking with mirth. “You’ve really had quite the day, haven’t you? Make’s my day with eager players seem like childplay,” she chuckled. “You going to ask Verity to come back?” she suggested, “Or maybe use the journals to see if you can find help that way.”