(OOC: Killing two birds with one stone and combining a few things.:-) Sam: Samanatha sat back down beside Reese. After all that uproar she was ready to move the whole party elsewhere. She was glad taht Reese was talking so readily about this, since Milo was her father he had a right to know, but she really felt the subject of Reese's problem should be discussed in more private settings. She cleared her throat, "Maybe you should take this up at the house or something," she said glanncing around and vaguely indicating people at tables within ease dropping distance. "Let's change the subject right now okay?" She turned her bright eyes back on MIlo, "what is is you dao again Mr. Jeffers?" Milo: > > "I'm an antiquer, appraising rare artifacts and > > such... I'm afraid your old man is a boring type." > > He > > siad giving her a weak grin. He wasn't sure about > > telliing her the whole truth yet. And certainly not > > with all these people around. He wanted to know more > > about her and Sara. He needed to get to know his > > daugther, to remeber Sara... "So tell me about > > Sara.. > > Was she happy? It had been so long since I had seen > > her." He siad sadly. > Sam: Oh great, she thought, another subject probably best not discussed right now. She was really worried about Reese's emotional state. Perhaps, she could have Thomas set up something at the fire department so Reese could release some of this stuff in a safe place. He'd done it before, but never knew why. However, she wasn't so sure he'd be doing her anymore favors anytime soon. She reached out and squeezed her friend's hand encouragingly. Maybe talking would help, who knew. Sam
