True, but there was always sea nettles soup and wonderful souffles that apparently could only be made with the waters and seaweed near their home. How unfortunate!
"Oh dear. I only have my party dresses from mother's favorite Tailor, and I don't know if they are casual enough." Peisinoê was dreadful at picking out her own clothes if she wanted them to match or fit a certain mood. Hence the reason other people did it, or she ordered entire outfits from a high dollar catalog. Their mother probably only slept at night because she knew what her most wayward daughter was wearing.
Indeed, she found herself snorting cocoa nearly through her nose as soon as they were presented to her. "Parthenope!" The scandal! What if one of their parents' friends decided to drop in? Or one of her coworkers from the clinic? "I love it." She declared, relishing in the ridiculousness of them while patting her chest to get the chocolate out of her lungs. Her fingers skimmed the words carefully as she reread them, "This is excellent work! You could make a job out of this!"