"I hate collection jobs. Anderson, can you do it? I'll trade you for a laundry shift." Sparrow Bernadette was a negotiator. She could sweet-talk anyone, and then convince them to do the exact opposite of what she had just told them to do. It also helped that she was very pretty. She had long wavy hair the color of finished mahogany, and eyes that were the color of Caribbean water. Alexander Anderson smiled. He was a Scottish priest, so what came out of his mouth wasn't always intelligible, but Sparrow had a talent for accents and disguise as well as persuasion, so she at least, could understand him.
"Aye, Ih'll Trayde wit' yoo, boot yoo'll 'ave to add a slice o' chiffan cayke to at." Anderson's circular glasses reflected Sparrow's exasperated expression. Anderson had taken quite a fancy to her cooking, which only added to the amount of work she had to accomplish at The Vatican, and also irritated her beyond mention. Strawberry cake was also a favorite of her employer, so an extra slice wouldn't be toooo hard........ Ah well, at least you don't have to round up communists, She reminded herself. Maybe she'd make a whole extra cake to take to her brother, Pip. Yes, the 'famous' leader of The Wild Geese was Sparrow's brother, and foremost priority outside of the Vatican. And, cake seemed to be popular, so...... Why not?
"Yeah, Yeah..." She replied dazedly, waving her hand, still clutching a few haphazard papers, at him as she walked forward. "Vanilla too? Nah, it'll just be easier to make four strawberry.... Anderson, could you tell Abrielle that I'm making cake? I'll just make extra while I'm at it." She turned the corridor, and walked, still in her own head, up the wooden stairs.
"Collection, ayh? Noo Woonder yur weeling too make cayke." Anderson's mutter, thankfully, didn't travel up the stairs. As he shook his head bemusedly after her, he smiled oddly. "Abrielle ayh? Sheell be glahd."
"CAKE? You persuaded HER to make strawberry chiffon cake? You?" The brown-haired french girl was on a ladder, hammering nails into a wall, to hang paintings and such on.
"Ayeh. Ae did, but ain aexchange fer Collection Dootyes."This stopped Abrielle in her tracks. She jumped off the ladder, landing perfectly of course, and pulled out the bible she carried everywhere, and began running her thumb along the edge of the corner. Anderson knew this habit well. All three, Abrielle, Sparrow, and Anderson, were good friends, but of them all, Abrielle was, not only the quietest, but also the strongest believer, and also the most nervous.
"But, does that mean that she's.......with them?" Within the Vatican, they referred to Pip and the other Wild Geese as "them".
"Maebe, boot Ae think wae shuld wayt, 'boot taem shae spaynt taeme wit' 'er bruther.."
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