Their parents, last she heard at least, were trying to have the best of both worlds. The clothes, the food of home, while mingling in mortal human society to boot. Peisinoê couldn't imagine. It sounded exhausting.
The quick rebuttal of her wardrobe had her narrowing her eyes before shrugging, well, Parthenope was the expert on uh. People. "Do you already have your clothes picked out then?" Oh no, was this their Parents fifty year anniversary all over again, when Peisinoê was rushing around right before she was announced to try and get ready? "Nerissa told me to make Lennox wear tight pants. What a ridiculous concept. It sounds uncomfortable."
"Of course I do." She grinned at her while she placed her sandwich on the skillet, leaning back against the counter to better talk to her sister, "Speaking of which, are you still enjoying your job? Do they let you work on your crafts there?"