Start of a Shift ((OPEN))

[becca]

"At least you had some free choice in the matter. I had none."

[Meadowlark]

Griddlebone frowned, she would hardly consider complete manipulation of naivete a choice, but she could see what hte other queen meant and so didn't voice that thought. "True. Life's rough, dearie, and it's rarely what we want it to be, the question is how we respond to it."

[becca]

"And do I respond to my fear of toms?"

[Meadowlark]

"I suppose you do." She thought for a moment. "But you may have a chance yet. Not all toms are like those ones were. It just takes time."

[becca]

She smiled. "There is one who came into the diner who seems decent. His sister works here."

[Meadowlark]

Griddlebone offered her a smile in response. "Did you catch his name?"

[becca]

"Mungojerrie Wheeler."

[Meadowlark]

The white queen laughed lightly. "Small world. I can vouch for the fact that he's a good sort."

[becca]

She raised an eyebrow. "And how do you know him?" She asked curiously.

[Meadowlark]

"Jerrie's been working for me, odd jobs, on and off for...hm, almsot three years now."

[becca]

"And what do you do, if you don't mind me asking?"

[Meadowlark]

"I run a small...cafe sort of thing for the dockworkers down at the edge of town."

[becca]

"So, it's somewhat like the Walnut?"

[Meadowlark]

If the Walnut served alcohol and had a small jazz band. "Somewhat."

[becca]

"What's its name?"