"Oh-" Aurora nodded, though she still had no idea what Wendy was talking about- and it showed.
Wendy could tell that the girl was confused. “A hedge fund is a company that helps people invest their money, I think. Honestly I don’t know much about it, I’ve only just started working there.”
Aurora quickly noticed that Wendy was much better with a kettle than she was… it didn’t help that her upbringing was slightly unconventional. She watched her work, trying to learn, until she heard the name of Wendy’s workplace. “White Arrow?” Aurora frowned, it was a pretty name.
"What is White Arrow?"
Wendy glanced at the girl. Most of the people she’d talked to in this city had somehow known of White Arrow, perhaps the company wasn’t as well known as she’d believed. “It’s a hedge fund.”
Pied Piper scratched the dog behind its ears, “Seventy Five.” He said, but there was a touch of sadness in his voice. It was always sad that he had to let the animals go, beings that he understood and knew so well. He hoped that this young woman knew how to take care of the poor dog.
Wendy nodded in response. She had noticed the sadness in the man’s tone when he’d answered here question, it made her wonder if he was unhappy about something. “Is everything alright?” Wendy asked before she could stop herself.
"Wendy." She repeated so she wouldn’t forget. What a pretty name, she had never heard it before. To be fair, though, she had never heard plenty of names from this place before. "Well, I would love to see you at the party, especially since you have been helping me figure out this theme." It was a little tricky, but Belle loved a challenge.
"Of course, I would love to be there. It’s always wonderful to get a chance to meet new people. Best of luck with the theme!" Wendy smiled at Belle. Maybe at this party she would find some of the people she had been looking for. Hook had said Peter was here and seemed to think her brothers were as well. This party might just be the place she found them at.
“This is so good, I want to c r y!”
Have you ever had ice cream before?
I like subtle chocolates. The kind that linger over the tongue and melt gradually rather than overwhelm. It’s… silly of me, perhaps. And of course, chocolate cake is always best with a fresh cup of tea.
Probably somewhere in the fields with mine. What kind of gentleman can I claim to be if I do not offer my name before I do a seat? My name is Henry. I am very pleased to meet you, Wendy.
Chocolate cake is wonderful with tea, although I do enjoy shortbread as well. That’s what my mum always served and it brings back wonderful memories.
It’s very nice to meet you as well, Henry. It’s quite refreshing to meet a gentleman, so many people here are quite rude.
"No. But he is interested." The Pied Piper said, not realizing that he was suspiciously empathetic with the animal. The dog grinned widely, as though realizing that the man was facilitating conversation. "He used to have a name. But not anymore. Names are what others call you, it is of no consequence to an animal."
Wendy watched the apparent exchange between the man and the dog curiously. There was certainly something odd about him, but she couldn’t quite place what it was. Instead of worrying, she leaned over and scooped up the dog in her arms, then stood up. “I suppose I’ll have to pick one out for him, then. How much will he cost?”