Oh, people always said that about sea nettle stew. Parthenope let out a giggle at his comment and shook her head. "Not nearly as dangerous as it sounds, trust me. Sounds sharp and pokey, but it's not full of sea urchin spines or anything." She reached for her purse under the counter and fished around for her wallet. "Anyway," she continued, nose in her purse, "I think Miss Maeve put it on the menu to appeal to the underwater population. Not so much for the land lovers."
Aha. Success. She pulled the wallet out and unsnapped the clasp, slapping a $20 bill down on the counter, almost missing his question. "Oh, Parthenope. Sorry it's too much to spell out over the phone so I just had them put P. We were named after Ancient Greek Sirens, but we're not Sirens. Don't worry." No, she was not speaking of herself in the third person. It just seemed unkind to explain her own name without Peisinoê in mind. They were a set. An unmatched one, her sister being so tall, and Parthenope being... Well, a good four inches taller, but still. They were twins.