Tayrey practically beams at her, hearing this news. 'Two job offers! Fever, that's wonderful. Congratulations. Good for them, for recognising your talents.' She knows not everyone places as much value on work as she does, but this feels important all the same.

'Looks like you made a sound decision,' she goes on. 'See if they'll let you pick one of their vacant properties, don't let them assign one or you might get the worst available.' Which Fever probably knows already, but Tayrey has to be sure.

Then she looks at the other woman again, tilts her head. 'I've got to say I never pictured you as a clerk, but I expect the failure there is my imagination, not your abilities.'