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J,GOB - Thursday after lunch

Giving up breakfast and lunch for the yumminess that was pie, was always a good thing in Annette's book. Plus, she was not able to eat her pie with John the other afternoon and felt she could certaintly do much better today.

Walking in before Andrew, she glanced over her shoulder at him, grinning, "Welcome to J,GOB's. Doesn't it smell yummy in here?"

(Annette is here with Andrew and thread locked to them please. Otherwise, J'GOB's is open, of course!)

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Andrew closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "This is going to be so good. I might have to up my slice count the three."

"I tried that once. Ended up taking two slices home in a to-go box." She grinned and sauntered up to the counter to see what looked good. "Ooh, the lemon looks yummy. So does the cherry. I haven't had that in a long time. Oh, and this is on me, Andrew..." Annette then ordered a piece of cherry pie with whipped cream and a small glass of milk. "What will it be for you?"

Andrew's eyes went wide with the selection. "I'm going to have to go with a slice of the pecan and some chocolate milk to wash it down. Thank you so much for this!"

"You are more than welcome!" After sitting down with their selections, Annette forked a piece of her pie and went to heaven over it. "Mmmmm, so good."

There was a nice little silence for a moment or two before she asked him, "So, tell me more about yourself Andrew. You have a girlfriend? Did you have to leave her behind? What are your parents like? Do you have brothers or sisters? What grade are you in?"

Andrew also took a big bite of pie. He was savoring it until Annette asked him if he had a girlfriend, at which point he choked a little, sputtering pie crumbs all over the table. "Um. Oh, sorry. Went down the wrong pipe." Andrew took a napkin and tried to clean up a little. "No, I'm single. Waiting for the right hot chickadee to come along and sweep me off my feet." Andrew paused and just swung his fork over his slice of pie.

"Oh, crap!" She said and grabbed a napkin and swiped at the table the same time he did, at his spit out pie crumbs. "That's okay. Really. I almost got sick over my pie the other day...so, yeah. It's okay. And single is good. I was single for a long time." She chuckled over the chickadee and looked over at him as he paused, fork swinging back and forth. "You, uh, already met someone here that catches your fancy?"

"Here? Me? Met someone?" Andrew seemed to be concentrate really hard. "No. Nope. No one has captured my fanciness." Deep breath and moving on, "Um. In Sunnydale, I live with my aunt and my brother, Tucker. Tucker is my only sibling. He's older than I am. My aunt had a cat, but that was lost in a tragic incident. And I'm a junior." He nodded, very mater of fact like.

"You're right. You just got here -- and there are so many nice people here for you to meet and have fun with. Besides, dating lots of people instead of just one can have it's benefits." Not that she's ever done it or even know what those benefits are. "I like the name Tucker. Makes me think of a cowboy. Poor cat. And I'm a senior." All too, said very matter of fact like.

"Oh!" Andrew exclaimed, "And I got a job. Mr. Stiles, er, Giles at the Magic Box hired me on. Sounds like I'm basically going to run the place. Poor guy, he's too British to run a business in America. He had to have a frog help him set up his Fourth of July display." Andrew was clearly excited.

"The Magic Box. I've been in there. Um, a frog? Wait...you mean Robin?" Annette asked and took another bite of pie.

"Do you do magic, Andrew?"

"I haven't really exchanged names with the little frog man, but if there isn't more than one around here, then that was probably him. Very friendly and good with the arranging of sparklers."

Andrew scratched his head. "Not so much magic, no. I do dabble a little theoretical mystical physics - the transference of matter from one plane or dimension to another. And I love, love learning ancient demonic languages and scripts. They can be pretty useful in a tight spot."

"That would be Robin. He's the only known speaking frog around these parts. More than one turtle though, just so you know. And they're not little. Bigger than me." Which wasn't say a whole lot since Annette was short. "Brothers. I think there is three? Not too sure though."

Oh. Now here it was getting interesting. "Demonic language? You've...dealt with demons?" She leaned slightly forward and whispered. "I have too."

Andrew leaned forward as well and whispered, "I've dealt with a couple of demons and demonic animals. Nothing too serious. Yet. I hope to learn how to summon some of the really powerful ones and get them to do stuff like feed me grapes. So how about you? Are you a summoner? Have you ever used a didgeridoo? I find that the use of one can really help concentrate the mystical forces."

Annette wondered if she was being mystique. She rather hoped she was cause it sure felt like it. She continued to whisper, "I was possessed by a demon creature once and ended up in the clinic. It was bad. I was not myself at all. And I know an ex-demon who might be a demon still. One can never truly trust a demon, can they? He is really very nice though and one time? He just couldn't quit grinning. That was a rare Fandom fluke though. It would be nice to be fed grapes. Think I will ask Dick to feed me grapes later." Her mind went to a happy place for a moment. "Oh yes, um. A summoner? I don't think so. What is a didferidoo? Can I see it?"

Andrew quite enjoyed this semi-veiled way of talking. He glanced around, guiltily, and whispered back, "I can't imagine what it would be like to be possessed by a demonic spirit like that. I've read that it can give you great powers and cause horrible indigestion. And I've yet to meet a demon I would consider trustworthy, but they can often be very sweet. Who is this Dick? And a didgeridoo is an Australian tribal instrument about yay long," Andrew spread his hands about three feet apart, "and about four to five inches in diameter. It's oddly comforting to hold and blow on. I have one in my room." He took a large swing of chocolate milk.

Anette very much enjoyed it. It went with the whole spy persona she was trying to obtain. "I don't remember indigestion but I guess I could have had it when I was passed out. Who knows. I never got any powers but I think that would have been cool. I could like just have pie brought to me whenever I wanted. Then I might truly have to wear black all the time. Bel, demon dude, is sweet. Well, I wouldn't call him sweet to his face. He might give me a look." Annette demonstrated such a look.

"Dick is my boyfriend of over five months now." She took a moment to beam at Andrew. "We almost broke up before the 4th. It sucked." She watched him demonstrate the didgeridoo ~~and say that three times fast~~ and was totally excited. "Oh! Can I come to your room and have a go at blowing on it sometime?"

"Oh, I've heard about this Bel guy. Isabel told me I could probably meet him at the construction sight. I need to remember to make it over there and see if I can spot him. And demons usually need a high caloric intake anyway, so you could probably eat all the pie you wanted. And that's great about the boyfriend! Breaking up would have really sucked after five months. I'm glad you guys worked things out. And of course you can stop by and play with my didgeridoo any time. Bring Dick, he can blow on it too."
Andrew smiled.

"You should. Like I said, he's nice. I haven't been to the construction sight but I know he's working over there. Oh, then yay for all the pie I want except I'm not a demon, so woe. Kind of. I might not be a very good demon. And Dick will have to wait until I'm done blowing first. Then he can blow all he wants. But I want my turn playing with your didgeridoo first. Will it do anything when I blow on it?"

"It just makes a cool noise, kind of like," Andrew did his best didgeridoo impression. "I mean, it won't summon up a demon just by playing it. You have to have the right incantations and diagrams, candles, incense - there's a lot involved in that. I've also got a pan flute. We can jam out."

"That sounds like a lot of fun, Andrew. Do you think the next time you summon a demon, I can come over and watch?"

"Sure!" Andrew paused. "Well, it might be a little while before I can summon anything. I need a few supplies and Mr. Giles won't sell them to me just yet. Something about my brother being a rank amateur. But it's all good, because he is going to help me learn some of the real powerful stuff." Andrew scraped the last of his pie off the plate with his fork and stuck it in his mouth. "Ammmmmmazing."

"Mr. Giles knows your brother? But...you should be able to buy whatever you want without anyone saying anything. You should check at Turtle and Canary. They might have what you are looking for." Annette pushed her plate away, not even being able to finish her whole piece. Then she took a small drink of her milk and pushed it away as well. Her appetite could be better, really.

She had a point. There wouldn't be any harm in summoning some minor demons. Andrew thought this over. "Maybe I will check out this Turtle and Canary place. Thanks again for the pie."

"You bet, Andrew. You ready to head back to the dorms now?" And if Andrew mentioned to Turtle that she was the one that told him about the store and sent him in, it would make Turtle really happy. At least Annette was thinking so.

"Yeah. All this talk about didgeridoos makes me want to go back and play with mine." Andrew pushed his plate back and patted his stomach, content.

She grinned at him and pushed her chair back too, and together they headed back to the dorms, tummies content.

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