"Gods, I hate it when you're always right." Tista whined, slumping on her bed while hiding her face behind her hands.
"I knew it!" Solus said. "Is it because his real body is that of a huge snake? Is the other snake too big? Does it look weir-"
"It's not that!" Tista was so embarrassed that her whole body turned red due to the flames burning within. "I meant that you were right when you pointed out how poorly I've worded it. I just need a job. We both do."
"We? Who's we?" Solus asked in confusion. "I do have a job."
"Bodya and I. Who else?" Tista snarled. "Give me a second. I need to calm down or I'll die of embarrassment."
She needed many long, slow breaths to regain her cool. When she resumed to talk, only her face and fingers were still red.
"Let me start this over." Tista inhaled deeply. "Solus, I need your help to find a job for Bodya and me. It doesn't need to be the same job."
