lysistrategic

Emily exchanged a look with Joan, a bit of pure amusement that came from the female certainty in the face of male arrogance. She poured herself a drink of Joan's scotch and took the open chair in the room. "There are several rather handy tailors on the island. One not need not look like one is dressed from rag bag rejects," was her only commentary on the matter.

"I don't know how quickly I'll be able to find an open hut, so I hope you'll both excuse my presence for another few days." Surely the newly reunited couple would want their own home.