"Yes, definitely. We'll have to make sure we get credit for the idea though," she added. It wouldn't do to have such a fantastic idea and let someone else take all the credit. Of course, this was all entirely hypothetical, but even in a dreamworld it was important to make sure you had legal rights to your intellectual property, apparently. "Is that what they call um... The spice of life?" Such an odd saying, as though life was something you ate. Parthenope raised an eyebrow and made a quick (hopefully) surreptitious glance in the direction Gabrielle indicated. "Oooh, is that our Bachelor?" She asked, stifling a bit of a giggle. "I can see it. Now we just need twenty eligible women to vie for his affections. Shouldn't be too hard." There were plenty of singles around here. Young was relative, of course, but the thing about supernaturals was... Well, they were sort of aesthetically blessed for the most part, weren't they?
"It is nice to be able to plan my life around it," she agreed. She liked the consistency, more than she thought she would. But then, she'd been brought up on strict schedules, so perhaps that made more sense than she recognized. "Perfect!" Parthenope grinned. "Even better." It sounded like it would be easy to make time, and what luck to be able to learn something new from a friend? "I'll have to brush up on my arcade game skills so I can give you a lesson of equal value." It was important to her to be able to offer something worth while in return. "Ah, I would love that," she sighed, already imagining the delightful scents of delicate dried herbs. "Do you use them for cooking? Or are they magic?" Although a lot of things really doubled in use that way.