<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Doomtown/doomtown003_zps4f74c1bd.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Lady Elisabeth Boyle</span></span><br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Member of the Collegium.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Dinner Time<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Agatha's house<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Agatha, Onneca, Christian<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Elisabeth finished the veggies as Agatha took Onneca's bag upstairs and with the lovely Hispanic's help she got the dinner table organized and dishes out. She had always been able to bring order from chaos from small things to larger. Her shoppe was always perfectly organized and spotless when ever anyone came in, which was why by the time Agatha came downstairs dinner was ready.<br/><br/>Elisabeth motioned for Onneca to set across from her and for Christian to take the head of the table and Agatha opposite him. Normally that set up would be standard but there was more to it then normal. She had made sure that the two women that clearly pinned for each other sat beside the other. She wanted them to get over the tension each often had when being close to the other, as if they were afraid of what a single touch might reveal.<br/><br/>She reached for Agatha's hand as they all sat down, her free one patting the top of the other woman's in a sign of support and assurance, she then took Christian's hand, feeling the rough callouses and strength with her long deft red nail fingers, "Onneca would you say Grace for us?"