"Thank you so much!" she said. The enthusiasm and energy he displayed -- she had to fight herself from slipping into a reverie, and even at that, the images still came forth. Crowns of flowers and curls-a-plenty, tucking him away, safely, under guise of a girl, for surely no one would discover him, and she had to take care of him, her little Dionysus.
She tucked her journal away, placing it into her satchel. "So you like wine?" she inquired, sipping the tea, finding it much to her liking. She split the fruit open, red seeds staining her fingers.