Demeter gave her a Look. She could give lines all she wanted but that wasn't going to mean Alice would take them. Earth had always been her home, her daughter had been accustomed to four walls. "Please," she said. "You know those things means nothing to me." By 'things' she meant lines. As Desponia leaned forward Demeters hand cupped her cheek and tucked her hair behind her ear. Her lips moved to graze her cheek tenderly.
"Your clothes are not," she pointed out somewhat firmly. "I am not insulting you, Daughter, but you can't tell me that a proper shower doesn't sound appealing, nor a change of clothing. Humor me."