"You're missing out," she said in a sing-song voice. Everyone thought it sounded terrifying, but was really quite delightful. Light, briny, filling and so very delicious. Like a fresh scallop almost. But more vegetable like. Sigh. What a treat awaited her in that bag. When she got around to eating it.
Oh! Wasn't this delightful and terribly interesting? She hopped back onto her stool, elbows on the prize counter, fists on chin as if she were a kindergartner waiting to hear a story. "Well, if it is Peisinoê," she began, and it certainly sounded like it could have been, because honestly who knew Parthenope's name and not her sister, and vice versa? "She hardly ever leaves her lab. When she's not at work. At the clinic. She keeps strange hours. What was she like? Like me but taller?" That was usually the shortcut to figuring these things out. She was well aware Peisinoê insisted to everyone they met that Parthenope was prettier, but personally she didn't see it. They were practically the same as far as she was concerned. Save for the height difference.