"Specify your current status? Does your posture intend to share a narrative presently... or does your system remain fatigued after today's executive operations?" Raymond queried, anchoring an attentive, composed focus onto Phoebe's delicate features.
"My status... requires nourishment," Phoebe murmured softly, a small, innocent smile appearing across her lips.
"Pardon?" Raymond parried with a soft, amused chuckle. He had clearly heard her words, yet her blunt honesty still caught him pleasantly off guard.
A crisp laugh escaped Phoebe's lips, instantly easing the mental exhaustion that had weighed upon her throughout the day. "Affirmative, my body requires food. Shall we proceed to dinner? We can eat first and defer the primary narrative until afterward."
Raymond shook his head lightly, a warm, indulgent smile crossing his features. Surrendering to her preference without argument, he nodded. "Understood. Let us secure some nourishment first."
