Neutral Omens

The sphinx sneered. “Oh, so you don’t have much to do? What a surprise. I would have thought you were busy, seeing how you have to rely on your not-at-all-friends to tell you what is going on around here.” Then her expression turned a bit more serious, as she tried to figure out a date that would fit her best. As it was, though, she didn’t have any pressing things to do either. She ended up shrugging.. “But surprise, surprise, anytime fits me, too. Rather convenient, is it not?”