Bad Luck Bears

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you Phoebe was neither racist no a socialite, and yet somehow Bastien still managed to make her unreasonably irritated. It was a talent, truly, given her generally docile nature. Only family usually was capable of bringing out such ire in her. And yet here stood Bastien, making her act a fool over the littlest things. Even realizing that made her irritated but she did her best to keep that in check. This was definitely not the sort of passion Frey had sent her out to find. Did she have more to say? Not really. But the tiniest shift in him made her realize that maybe – just maybe – she was being a little bit too harsh. Maybe. A serious maybe. Nonetheless it did make her feel guilty. He was trying to be nice it seemed and yet she still refused. Phoebe glanced towards a table then grabbed a few spice muffins, offering them to him. ”Here. For your trouble to get my door fixed.” she said quietly.