The Park, Thursday Evening

[headologist.livejournal.com]

It was a fine night for walking, Granny thought. Crisp, cool air with a nice sprinkling of snow. The city had been a bit rowdy as of late, but that was to be expected of cities. Part of natural selection. Cities'd fill up with people if they didn't constantly kill each other off. 'Course, no sane person would mess with a witch, so it weren't like she was in any danger.

Granny settled down on a bench and straightened her hat. She sensed some unusual life in the pond, but politely turned her mind away. Weren't proper to be poking around in the heads of things. 'Least, not without good cause.


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[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

"A much better mode of transaction, I've found. At least, around here where the latinum is non existant." Quark shivers a bit. "Aren't you cold out here? My ears are freezing."

[headologist.livejournal.com]

"A witch doesn't get cold," Granny said. She didn't know what 'latinum' was. Probably some sort of alien intoxicant.