Peisinoê was book smart sure, and well learned with how bodies and biology worked, for them and for others. But that clearly didn't stop her from being irresponsible, slathering one side on both slices of bread and spraying the skillet with pam as she listened to her. No vegetables either, even though the cook who they had initially brought with them to dry land so to speak used to make these with tomatoes and spinach.
Baby steps. At least she was eating, right?
"Festive? You think that's necessary? You know I hate themes unless the outfit was preplanned for me." ALl of her dresses for ceremonies and balls growing up were picked for her by someone else, otherwise she would have just grabbed the first few silvery things and went out the door even if they didn't match. "Speaking of needlepoint, you should show me those pillows you were working on." Just because Peisinoê didn't understand her sister's hobbies, didn't mean she wasn't supportive.
What was the point in noticing your family's mistakes if you continued to make them yourself? "Most things are more freedom than what we had." The sandwich was overloaded with sliced cheese as she snorted, thinking about their lives before deciding to leave their parents' home.