Parthenope hadn't been working for the Arcade long, but already it was surprisingly more exciting than working at the police station as a dispatch phone operator. Possibly because there was more going on in the Arcade at any given moment than there were crimes happening in Summerview. Just a thought. But anyway, she was enjoying herself. Free snacks at the snack bar, two blue slushies per shift, and the opportunity to hand out prizes in exchange for tickets. What wasn't to like?
But a Merlady couldn't live on mozzarella sticks and onion rings alone (as much as she'd like to), so she'd put in an order at the Long Way Down for an extra hearty bowl of sea nettle stew. It had taken the poor person who'd picked up the phone forever to take her order through the noise of the pub that she hadn't bothered to try and spell out her name for them--too many letters--and had, in the end, just given them the first one "P". She was the only "P" in the place, as far as she could tell. Unless someone playing one of the games was named something with a "P", but that would be strange wouldn't it?
"Me!" She said jumping up from her seat, "That's me! Its short for Parthenope. The sea nettle stew, right?" Good timing, her stomach was growling.