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Magic Box, Thursday, 5/20

Tara had expected to spend her workday today putting the last few touches on Kennedy's birthday party, which mostly meant double-checking her list of things to do and calling Fast Eddie's to ask about details about once an hour.

But the shop was full of flowers today, which was less fun than it sounded like. The rose vine sprouting along the counter was a cynic, it seemed, and the flowers on it thought it was terribly funny to take turns asking Tara things like "So, if you're a witch, where's your pointy hat?" and "Hey, wiccan, ever go sky-clad?"

Tara knew it was silly to blush and stutter at flowers. She just couldn't help it.

The Magic Box was open. Beware of the witch muttering threatening things about pruning shears.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD.]

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Getting her ass pretty thoroughly kicked in class hadn't put a damper on Kennedy's mood, although the small potted orchid that had taken up residence atop the small stack of books in her arms kept singsonging 'In your face! Owned!' at her, and that might be accomplishing the task.

"Shut it," she told the flower, "before I take you over to Cafe Fina and make sure you find a new career as garnish on someone's fancy dinner."

"Homework from Constance," she added to Tara with a slight pout, heading for a corner of the shop with her books and laptop. "Again. Like, she wants me to write a freaking essay and everything. By tomorrow morning, even, so I'm just gonna go do that."

"Geeeeeeeeek," the orchid informed her gleefully.

"Plate. Decoration," Kennedy retorted through her teeth.

"She's making you do homework on your birthday?" Tara pouted at Kennedy. Hard. "That's - I'm pretty sure that's unconstitutional."

She hadn't made specific plans for the night, but she'd been hoping for a quiet evening with Kennedy.

"It's not in the constitution at all, cutie," the rose advised her, and Tara frowned harder. "Also, why are the flowers so mean?"

"Hey, thorny, no hitting on my girl," Kennedy cautioned the rose. "Hell if I know, this one's been giving me attitude all afternoon." She shoved the orchid as far into the corner as she could and piled up the books in front of it before opening her computer.

"I know, right?" she added with no small amount of whine in her voice. "At least I'm not getting graded. And I don't think she set me a page length, so maybe I can get this done before dinner."

"Sixteen-point, double spaced," the orchid piped up from behind the books.

"Sure, now you get helpful on me. Who knew flowers had survival instinct?"

"V-venus flytraps," Tara suggested softly.

"You tell 'er," the rose cheered, which made Tara flush.

"Sorry, Kennedy. I didn't mean to enable the plants." Weird, weird, weird sentences.

"It's okay," Kennedy assured her. "There was this crazy bouquet that sang to me on my run this morning. I can't complain too much."

...when did saying things like that become vaguely normal exactly?

"You know, if I could write about weird talking flowers instead, this would be so much easier. Don't get any ideas, plant," she added as the orchid started to say something. "When I said I was coming here for the scenery I didn't mean you."

"But you are pretty," Tara added to the flower. She was concerned about its self esteem for some reason. Possibly because she figured insulted flowers might start dropping petals all over the place.

Then she leaned across the counter for a kiss hello. "And thanks for the compliment. Do you think you could fill sixteen pages about singing flowers that came out of nowhere?"

And cleaning up flower petals would be a mildly depressing hassle.

Kennedy's stupid essay could wait a minute for kisses, so she abandoned her computer in favor of going over to give her girlfriend a proper greeting complete with a light nip at her lower lip. "Bet I could if I padded it out with interviews," she remarked eventually. "This would be more fun if it was on the history of, like, medieval polearms. I wouldn't even have to do a lot of research."

"Geek," the orchid piped up again.

"Shut it," Kennedy replied. "How's work treating you today? Besides flowery."

"Totally quiet," Tara reported, a slightly dreamy expression on her face as she touched her lips with her fingertips. The peanut gallery comments on the kissing break from the roses hadn't even bothered her.

Much.

"I mean, except for when I'm getting harassed by flowers" -- ("Hey!" a dandelion interjected sharply) -- "I've just been tying up loose ends for tomorrow. And, uh, now I want to read your essay on medieval polearms."

She was joking about that. A little.

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"If you did, would you go over it for grammar?" Kennedy was teasing right back about that, actually; she wasn't any kind of academic prodigy but she was solid on that front if not flashy. "I took a few good hits in class today. My brain might be a little jumbly."

"Watch it, you," she added to the roses, pointing a finger at them. "Don't think I don't know how to use sharp pointy things." Of course, the slightly goofy look on her face had a cluster of daisies snickering.

"Wow, you've been working really hard on this party, huh? Best girlfriend ever."

"Oh, honey, are you okay? What happened?" Tara tried to subtly give Kennedy the once-over for any injuries before talking again. It ... wasn't actually terrible subtle, but she couldn't see anything, so she backed down and went back to talking about other things.

"And it's not even that much planning?" Tara said. "It's just -- it's you and I've never thrown a party before, so, uh ... I really want it to be nice." That was serious, but she sounded jokier when she added, "I had to skip the ponies, though. Fast Eddie wouldn't let us have them inside."

Not terribly subtle, no, but also all kinds of sweet and adorable and if Kennedy thought too much about that she was going to end up a highly undignified and not at all badass puddle of awwwwwwww on the floor.

"One on one sparring with the teacher," she reported briefly. No. That was not a faint hint of squee. "It was fun."

She pretended to pout at Tara, though that was difficult when she was trying not to grin in appreciation for the party-planning effort; Dad usually hired a small crew of people to do the job, and she didn't appreciate that half as much. "Horseshoes on bowling lanes are not a good thing, so I guess we can let that slide."

"With Faith?" Tara looked impressed. The fact this could have been dangerous for Kennedy didn't really enter her mind. "Wow. That's awesome. Good training and everything. Are you telling Constance?"

She smiled slightly about the pony joke and, in a confiding tone, added, "The hooves were a problem. Plus, I c-couldn't find anybody who rented out potty-trained ponies."

"Yeah, how much does that rock?" Kennedy asked gleefully. Of course the fact that it could have been dangerous hadn't occurred to her at all. "I told Constance? She kind of spazzed. Like a lot. Couldn't really pick out why in all the sputtering."

It had been a lot of sputtering.

"Hey," she added, reaching over to cover Tara's hand, "you tried, right? Thought that counts and all. It's sweet, babe. Kinda love it."

Tara squeezed the hand back, smiling. "Um, I think? I think you kind of like making her sputter. And I might kind of love that."

"You love that I'm a pain in the ass?" Kennedy asked, eyes alight with amusement. "I can practically hear her spazzing out more about that, you bad influence."

That was said teasingly, and with nothing but affection.

"You're my favorite pain in the ass ever," Tara said, equally lovingly. "I kind of want to meet her sometime and see her spazz."

Tara would spazz more.

"That could probably be arranged at some point," Kennedy replied. "Both the meeting and the spazzing."

She was about to say something utterly shameless about that pain in the ass part when an entire group of flowers cut in with "Get a room already!"

"I think we're creeping out the flowers," Tara said, voice low and amused. "Should we worry?"

The roses were trying to start a chorus of "99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall."

"Please," Kennedy told the roses, "my hands aren't anywhere indecent. Get over it."

She winked at Tara and added, "I'm not worried. All else fails? We end up with cut flowers."

Kennedy, don't threaten the random Fandom weirdness.

Well, it made Tara laugh, anyhow. "Can we call those decoration?"

"Definitely," Kennedy assured her, squeezing her hand again. Seriously, those flowers gave Tara any more attitude and there would be cutting going on. "I should get cracking on this essay. You coming up tonight?"

"As soon as I shut the shop," Tara promised. "I can bring treats and watch you type or something, if you aren't done by then."

"I'll bust my ass and try to get this done before then," Kennedy decided. "I'd stay and work here, but... you're a little distracting. By which I mean a lot distracting, and ordinarily that's a good thing but I don't feel like getting chewed out."

By Constance or the mouthy flowers.

She pulled back reluctantly and went to pick up her things. "See you tonight, then."

Tara waved a hand, dismissing her. She was sad to see her go, but they'd be together again soon enough. "Shoo, Kennedy. I'll see you later, once the paper is all done."

Faith couldn't believe she was doing this.

Deep breaths.

And then she stepped in. "What kind of name is The Magic Box anyway?" Yes, give her an attitude. That always helps.

"I, uh ... it's a n-name of a shop that sells magic things," Tara said, blinking at the belligerent brunet. "Like f-for witches."

One of the roses sprouting on the counter added, "You tell her, girl!" It was likely being sarcastic.

Faith pulled one of the rose's petals without even looking at it, getting a small yelp and complaint. Creepy talking plants. "Well...duh. You are Kenny's girl right? Tara somethin' something?" Technically, Kennedy was also her girl, but whatever.

"Tara Maclay, yeah," Tara confirmed, still trying to figure this woman out. "She lets you call her Kenny?"

Kennedy wasn't really big into being called Ken.

"I don't call her anything most of the time...maybe I should ask her." Or not? Faith leaned on the counter. "So you are like, a really powerful witch of sorts?"

"I'm a witch but I'm not that good," Tara said suspiciously. "... can I ask why?"

"You just asked. And for no particular reason." Not any besides the fact Faith considered Tara to be a pretty awesome witch. "I'm from you, how to put it, universe? Just passing by to check on the fellow residents, or something."

"Hi?" Tara tried.

And then her eyes widened.

"... oh. Uh. Oh, wow, are you Faith?"

A nod. "The one and- wait, apparently not the only. Well, crap." That was one fine line she couldn't use on Fandom. "So, how are you doing?"

She needed other lines.

"She's been obsessing over her girlfriend's birthday party all day," an orchid informed Faith. "It's so boring I almost wilted."

Tara's slight smile was apologetic. "I'm ... I'm okay. It's been a good week." Blurting, she added, "Kennedy's all excited about getting to take a class with you."

Way to go, Tara. Make Kennedy look uncool.

"Oh, party; Kennedy did say something about that. Do I need an invitation?" Yeah, she didn't want to make Tara more uncomfortable. For realz.

Good week, alright. "I know; she isn't really difficult to read. Nice girl, enough guts to take the world, Slayer powers or not." And maybe she slipped something? Oh gawd.

Tara debated it, but shrugged. "If -- if you really want to hang out with students? We're going to be at Fast Eddie's tomorrow night."

Smiling slightly, she added, "And I know what you mean. She's really special. You kind of look at her and wish you had that kind of confidence." Perhaps not so much, if you were Faith, but Tara did!

"I'll think about it. Maybe just pass by for a moment, I don't wanna ruin your fun or anything."

Huh, confidence. Well, Kenny had plenty of that. "I guess you are right." She didn't need the confidence though.

"Great!" Tara actually was excited to have Faith at the party, even for a bit; she knew Kennedy would love it. She put her hands in her pockets, and there was a bit of an awkward pause before: "... so, can I help you with anything? Do you want to look around the shop? There's, uh, a special on dried newt eyes. We got the really good kind, not the ... sticky ones and I don't think you care about that."

"...I don't do magic. I mean, you just gotta read the words and put the ingredients, but I prefer to stay away from what I don't understand." And honestly, she had probably done enough by stopping by and talking. She might return other day to bother her, but for now...

Faith simply turned to walk away. "Take care Tara; see ya around." And if anyone commented on how lame she was by saying that, there would be blood.

"You and Kennedy both," Tara said, waving goodbye. "Bye. Nice to meet you..."

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