Nothing like a little comfort food on a cold day, though. Parthenope couldn't even blame her. Cheese was so lacking underwater. And bread. And anything toasted.
"Well not holiday festive. Just party festive. You know, something with a little..." She held up her hands, palms out, fingers wiggling in the international symbol for jazz hands. "You know? Maybe sparkly? We'll got shopping. I can help."
"Oh goodness, you'll just die when you see these." Parthenope set her mug down on the table and hurried off into the living room for the pillows. "Actually, please don't actually die. You know what I mean." She held bothpillows out for her sister to examine. "Tada!" Rap music was rife with inappropriate things to needlepoint. Honestly, it was a goldmine. If she was more ambitious, she could probably give up her day job, because there was probably a market for this.
"Not prison," she pointed out helpfully. Though it was maybe kind of close as far as how regimented their lives had been. Get up at this time, wear this, eat that, don't do that thing, etc.