Faye and Mikala sat at a diner table on a ferry boat slowly making its way through a swamp. The two women sit side by side with Mikala leaning onto Faye.
"Ki sa nou té ka pansé?" Mikala asked her wife.
Faye laughed. "You wanted another kid. Ten years later, she's fiesta. Ès ou ka rigrété sa?" Faye asked.
Mikala shook her head. "Non, but I was worried about you...and her?"
Faye knew exactly who Mikala was talking about. The priestess nodded her head and cleared her throat. "Im glad you trusted me," Faye told her.
There restaurant was crowded, with the scent of fried cat fish and spices hanging thick in the humid air. Ceiling fans churned lazily, barely denting the heat, their metal blades speckled with years of grease and dust.
Patrons hunched over plastic plates, fingers glistening with sauce, while waiters in stained aprons dodged between tables with practiced ease.
The chipped linoleum floor stuck slightly to Faye's sandals each time she shifted, a tacky, unwelcome reminder of the swamp's relentless dampness seeping into everything.
"Vréman? Zot ka viv ansanm?" Faye and Mikala looked at Thribodeux who was wearing a business attire suit. "You fancy my restaurant?"
"You should be asking us if we forgive you for trying to kill us?" Faye retorted back.
Thribodeux laughed. "We were kids, I liked money. Besides, all is good. Apex is gone. Be sure to order the shrimp and grits. Bonappetite!"
Mikala turned back to Faye. "What is the Medium up to?"
"Her shop has gotten pretty busy, thats for sure," Faye said.
The couple sighed and leaned into one another, listening to the Ench conversations to their left, right, and every where.