‘Well, if you think yourself so brave now, I should say it’s high time that we pay Mr. Gilbride another visit.’ ‘Ah, we should,’ Phyre blurt...d out before she could stop herself. ‘Right— hang on, why’re you suddenly willing to…’ Drop croaked triumphantly. ‘Aha! That must be what his gift did. It’s made you braver.’ ‘Wha— No!’ Phyre shot back. ‘My deepest desire wasn’t to be brave.’ ‘Maybe it was so deep that you didn’t even realize.’ ‘No,’ she said again. That couldn’t be it. It seemed like such. "You do still like chicken parmesan, don't you?" "I do", Alicia said and, without realizing it, she found herself glad that she'd agreed to meet Will.For the next hour, the two of them reminisced about their past and Alicia constantly found herself laughing at jokes Will made. Part of her hated herself for enjoying being here, but a small part of herself was hoping that maybe he really had changed.As the hour came to a close, Will reached across the table and put his hand on Alicia's. She. In the daylight one could see the warn mahogany leather, dark laces that tied right up to Presleys mid-calf, they were most un-lady like, but made Presley herself feel like a much stronger woman. Since her father had passed and Presley was not a child she was now entitled to run her own estate, carry the family name and presume a life of her own, Presley herself had always wanted to be an archaeologist like her father, the knack for adventure it seemed, was passed down. Mr Burnum was the family. The quiet small market town had a strange feeling to it this morning, like the air itself was vibrating with anticipation. Some of the more sensitive villagers noted the tension, or wondered if they imagined a slightly unusual intensity in their neighbours' eyes, but most dismissed the phenomena as symptoms of excitement for the upcoming harvest.The three new arrivals definitely did not notice, as their minds were on a much more serious matter: budgeting. Sitting in the ramshackle local tavern.