"Life. It's rather an adventure, isn't it?" She swept both girls up in a conspiratorial smile even as she dropped herself into the seat she'd chosen.

As she beamed, Phryne glanced surreptitiously at herself in a gleaming copper pot hanging on a decorative post. Unsmeared and unmussed. Perfect.

"And handsome men, of course," she added and noted, after the fact, that she'd left out the customary 'young'. Jack wasn't, and she'd found she quite enjoyed that.