[center][color=c4df9b][h2]Bridget Josephine McGalley[/h2][/color][/center]
[i]Interacting with:[/i] [@Psycho Sushi]
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Bridget smiled, kind of proud of the achievement of being the better cook. It was stupid, not really that useful, but she had always enjoyed doing things to the end, trying to do her best, and having her work appreciated like that was really nice. She leaned on the table, ready to listen to the other girl's story. 

She raised her eyebrows at that dream. [color=c4df9b]"Wow, that's one hell of a dream"[/color] she teased the other girl. But it was the truth, too, it was something intense, and too big for a ship of this size. But Isabella sure looked focused on that vengeance. [color=c4df9b]"I can understand being not seen for your talents, but for your gender. As if being a woman made you physically unable to hold any kind of weapon and void of any kind of brain"[/color] she huffed, perfectly understanding the feeling. 

She followed the other girl's second serving, her eyes later turning from the jar to the other girl's eyes. [color=c4df9b]"They are actually quite good skills to have around, I guess. More useful than cooking, even if it's also more common in this world"[/color] she joked. [color=c4df9b]"It was something I wanted to learn before, but never really had the time. I ended up having far more knowledge about communication and business. Not really useful in front of the sea or a sword"[/color] she shrugged.