[Callisto snaps, frustrated at her own inability to explain herself. Turning back to the cabinets, she slams drawer after drawer open until she unearths a notepad and pencil. She grips the pencil like someone who's unfamiliar with any sort of writing instrument, but regardless, she manages to draw a passable image of two crude stick figures in front of an altar. One is bowing, and the other is placing an oversized pair of earrings on a dais.]
Yes?
[She asks, shoving the paper at Parker.]
For gods?
[You're totally looking for offerings to give to some deity or another, right, Parker?]
no subject
[Callisto snaps, frustrated at her own inability to explain herself. Turning back to the cabinets, she slams drawer after drawer open until she unearths a notepad and pencil. She grips the pencil like someone who's unfamiliar with any sort of writing instrument, but regardless, she manages to draw a passable image of two crude stick figures in front of an altar. One is bowing, and the other is placing an oversized pair of earrings on a dais.]
Yes?
[She asks, shoving the paper at Parker.]
For gods?
[You're totally looking for offerings to give to some deity or another, right, Parker?]