[Potential 3. Hopeless. Insecure. Afraid. Angry.]

What?! She wanted a completely new play written by the next day (really [i]today[/i]) that had to be entertaining but couldn't have anything even slightly subversive or racy in it?! Who did she think she was? What the fuck?!

Anathet was not in good shape. Tia's departure had been so sudden and it left this hole in her heart. Combined with being overwhelmed before, screwing up the Phantom Thieves act in front of Marianne and her general exhaustion after the previous day most of her calm Zhianku control was focused on holding back the internal swirl of emotions long enough to get through this conversation. Anything else was totally beyond her.

Anathet then exerts a truly monumentous act of self-control as Auntie Rose touches her and doesn't teleport her directly into the temple of Marduk's trash compactor. Any omniscient observer would agree that this was a supreme act of compassion and award Anathet a sainthood on the spot. 

"Fine" Anathet said, meaning that it was not fine. "No problem" meaning it was a huge problem. "I'm sure I'll have it to you early!" meaning [i]get out now[/i]. 

The second Auntie Rose was gone and out of visual range, Anathet has on her traveling cloak and her wide-brimmed hat and she is out of there! She's going into town, to the lower quarter markets where things are teaming with life. She's going to buy the sweetest goddamn alien approximation of ice cream and she's going to find some fun or some trouble, whichever one comes first.

Like hell she's working on this script, let Tirzah bribe her own judges!