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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[headologist.livejournal.com]

"I've just arrived this week," she said. "How long have you lived here?"

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

"Just about as long as you," Alfred replied. "I came here to open up a restaurant. What brought you out here?"

[headologist.livejournal.com]

"Oh, the wind," Granny said vaguely. "Does that sometimes. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Pennyworth. I'm sure I'll see you around."

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

Alfred smiled. "Indeed it does, Mistress Weatherwax. Indeed it does. I hope to see you again. If you're at all interested, my restaurant is having an opening celebration tomorrow. Good evening." Alfred tipped his hat and continued his walk.