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A red-tailed hawk flaps to the window ledge and begins pecking gently at it to get Michael's attention.

Michael looks over and blinks for a few seconds, attempting at comprehension, before a smile spreads across his face. Michael opens the window (brrr!). "Good morning," he says quietly, "if you are who I think you are."

Grissom enters the Emporium ~~and glares at/lusts for Michael's coffee~~, a scarf wrapped tightly around his neck and an old ballcap on his head. (It's cold out, damn it.)

He walks around a few aisles of the shop quickly, a list (http://www.pccnaturalmarkets.com/health/Diet/Macrobiotic_Diet.htm) printed from the Internet in his hand. He looks vaguely annoyed.

"Hello, I'm sorry. Could I have a moment of your time?"

The hawk flies inside quickly and lands on top of one of the magazine shelves. If hawks could shiver, he would be. Looking to Michael, he nods his head, indicating he is who Michael thinks he is, and flies to the back room, glad that the door is open.
Finding a corner, he morphs into his human form and slips warmer clothes on, consisting of a long sleeved shirt with a larger Beatle's tee over it, and jeans.
Tobias walks out of the room, straightening his shirt and smiles at Michael.
"Glad you recognized me, it's freezing outside, even with the feathers."

Being his first day, Tobias lets Michael handle this customer. He casually leans against the wall and pays close attention.

Michael shuts the window after the hawk has flown in. When Tobias re-emerges, he says, "I'm sure there's only so much feathers can protect against."

Michael gives Tobias the tour of the store ~~which mun doesn't have time to write out here~~ and says, "Today you can just hang out, if you want, get a feel for how things run. If it gets slow, we can do some re-stocking. The candy aisle always seems to need it."

Michael smiles. "Certainly. What can I help you with?"

After the tour, Tobias nods. "Sure thing."
He leans against the counter. "There's one more thing I need to let you know... Might've made my entrance a little easier, but it freaks people out if they don't know about it first." He laughs a little, remembering his friends' initial reactions to the ability. "When I'm in an animal morph, I can user thoughtspeech to communicate. Pretty much just sounds like my voice in your head. Unless it bothers you, I wouldn't mind using it to 'talk to you' when I'm in hawk form."

Michael shrugs. "That would be all right, I guess." He shakes his head with a wry smile. "Always something new to get used to. Just when I think I've got this town figure out, something new pops up ~~like purple avocados~~."

"I believe I need an International foods section. I'm afraid I'm a little unfamiliar with some of the items I am looking to purchase, from a culinary standpoint if not a botanical one. Do you have that type of thing here?"

Tobias nods, understanding. "From what I've seen so far, things are very intereseting here. But it's peaceful, which I like." He smiles pensively, looking almost like a war veteran.

Michael nods. "Yeah. I kind of enjoy the quiet."

((ooc: She hasn't found any lately, but I don't imagine why you couldn't. A late bloomer, perhaps. :P Michael still looks for them.))

"We do, it's up on aisle four. If it's Asian, even if it's a little outside the norm, we probably have it -- just because my husband's big on Asian food."

Grissom gives him a small smile. "I believe most of it is Asian in origin, so this is a fortunate turn of events." He quickly reviews his list, noting most of the vegetables have Japanese names. His smile once again disappears. "Soba noodles, any idea?" he says rather forlornly.

Michael walks down aisle four and does a quick scan of the shelves. "Here," he says, taking down a package and handing it to the man. "If you like pasta, it's not so far off. Flavor's a little different, for sure, but you get used to it."

"That's what I'm afraid of," he replies dryly. "Do you know much about macrobiotic diets? I'm not terribly interested in the philosophy behind them more than for the passing trivia, but have you known anyone who has followed one before?"

Michael shakes his head. "Ben's pretty careful about what he eats, but I don't think he's ever followed a diet like that. And as he's the cook in the family, I just sort of follow along." He shrugs. "A lot of this stuff is good, don't get me wrong -- it's just different from what most people normally eat."

((ooc: Sorry for delay. *kicks workplace*))

"Yeah, I'm beginning to understand that," Grissom chuckles a little bit. As he has a habit of doing, he opens up a bit to a complete stranger instead of, let's say, someone knows. "I've been struggling with an illness, this is a last ditch resort in an attempt to find something I can stomach. If I can just get this stuff down, that is." he says, fondling a package of seaweed, "Do you have children, may I ask? Do they eat this stuff as well?"

Smiling Tobias seems lost in thought for a few moments before casually informing Michael he's going take a more detailed look around the store and to let him know if he needs anything.
After about an hour and 45 minutes from when he came in, a beeping watch alarm goes off and Tobias steps into the back room, emerging a minute later exactly as he had entered.

"I guess it depends on your definition of children. Our adopted son, who came to us in his teens, will eat it, because he got used to it while he was living with us. He's out of college and on his own now, so I'm not sure how much he favors it now. My 6-year-old, on the other hand, in spite of loving her Uncle Ben to death, will not touch it with a 10-foot cattle prod."

Inara enters the shop. "Morning, Michael."

Michael nods, indicating the watch. "Good idea. Wouldn't want you to forget." He tilts his head. "You don't have to answer this if I'm prying too much, but what happens if you don't remember? Does it happen automatically, or do you get sick, or what?"

Tobias bites his lip. "If I don't demorph in two hours, I'm stuck like this and can never morph again. That's actually the circumstance that made me a hawk to begin with. It's a very long story about how I got my powers back, but it was a one shot deal and if I get stuck now, I'm stuck for good."

Grissom chuckles, "It figures that I relate to the 6-year-old in this story." He grabs some other items from the list, shaking his head almost comically. "There are people who would pay good money to see me buying organic, vegan, soy-based products. But if you say a teenager could adjust, than I should be able to."

He looks at a bottle of brown rice syrup, and then puts it back on the shelf, "One step at a time, though."

"Morning, Inara. Is there something I can help you with?"

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