Surprisingly well.

While she was no Etna, I did have to say this for Abby: She knew how to do romance. There was no secret plan...she didn't lean forward to show cleavage, she never ran her foot up my leg...she just talked in a shy, nervous tone and ate her dinner.

"I'm glad you're feeling better, Abby," I said honestly. Abby smiled and nodded. "Sorry for making you worry, Master John, dood," she replied. She certainly was a sweetie compared to Etna. Perhaps a bit TOO shy though. As I finished eating, she looked at me with big, soulful eyes. "D...did you like it? Was it good?" she asked.

Laughing, I nodded. "It was delicious, Abby," I said truthfully. Prinnies were damn good cooks, it seemed. And they could somehow always make much more then they should be able to out of the ingrediants I supplied them with. That really cut back on expenses.

"So...what's next for tonight?" I asked, wiping my mouth with a napkin.