fandomtownies | Turtle & Canary; Saturday [ 02/05 ].

One good thing about working in a shop that sold almost everything, Jane realized, is that she had quite a selection to consider as far as means of self-defense went. The encounter the other day had her thinking that, really, it was about time she considered such things. Finding a nice stake was surprisingly easy and, as she stood there giving it a few stabs and swishes and wielding it with threatening shakes a try, she felt it wasn't too terribly graceful, and keeping it somewhere convenient was a little unwieldy.

When Mr. Nahasapeemapetilon inquired about her activities, she explained to him as best she could about her realization that, being a young single woman in a foreign country, there were a few considerations to make. He understood completely and even offered to help introduce her to a few other methods of defense for the independent young lady, such as mace.

Which Mr. Nahasapeemapetilon was going to regret the moment Jane accidentally sprayed it right into his face.

"Oh my goodness! Mr. Nahasapeemapetilon! Mr. Nahasapeemapetilon! Are you alright? Oh, dear, does it hurt? Oh, it must hurt, with those awful screams, here, let me get you some water and maybe a towel and, oh, well, at least we know it's effective?"

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Who has learned a very important lesson about things that spray.

Henry had to blink a few times against the interesting odor lingering in the air as he came into the shop, though he was distracted from asking about it by the dark-haired two-year-old clinging to his back. Luckily, the scent of the spray didn't seem to bother Alba.

"Morning," he said, shifting his daughter around to his hip. "Do you have any princess clothes, about this size? Somebody's in a dress-up stage."

Which, of course, he'd learned about after Clare portalled in to dropped Alba off for the weekend.

Alba chewed on a finger, looking interested in the answer.

Mr. Nahasapeemapetilon was taking five...or ten...or maybe thirty while Jane was feeling terribly upset, so she was quite pleased for a distraction from worrying whether she'd just blinded her coworker.

"Oh, my, what an adorable little princess!" she gushed easily, giving the little person-shaped monkey on the gentleman's back a bright smile. "Of course we have plenty of pretty princess gowns for you to try on, my dear. Would you like me to show them to you?"

Alba nodded, looking very very serious (as was required, when princess clothes were being discussed). "We use words," her father reminded her, and she managed a "yeth."

"I'm so glad you have them," he continued, as he prepared to follow Jane to wherever the clothes might be. "I'm not sure there's a toy store on the island, and getting to the mainland is such a headache."

"Oh, it's no trouble at all," Jane assured the man as she headed around the counter and started to lead the way down aisle ~~handwavey~~. "We sell practically everything here at Turtle & Canary; it's really quite impressive. Even dresses for princesses who, for whatever reason, find themselves with out. It can be most distressing to not have the right gown for the right occasion!"

"I think our occasion today is lunch at the diner and then maybe some time on the playground," Henry said, as he let Alba down so she could walk before his back gave out. "Perhaps something blue and silky for that, do you think?"

"Oh, yes, I think that should be perfect!" Jane agreed with a little bit of a smile as she tilted her head at the little one. "You're quite a lucky lady! Not only do you get lunch and an outing to the playground, but you've got a father who knows so much about princess dresses! How spectacular!"

Even if, really, this was doing nothing to help with the fact that she'd been reminded so recently about how she was likely to die an old spinster if she wasn't eaten by supposed vampires first....

Ah, well. There were worse ways to go, she supposed.

Hey, at least she'd get to be old.

"We've been talking about princesses a lot," Henry explained, as Alba scampered off to touch (maul, really) the dresses. "She's just out for the weekend, so I'm not set up for it. I'm Henry and her name is Alba."

"Princess Alba," came the correction.

"Well, it's an absolute honour to meet you, Princess Alba," said Jane, ducking into a little curtsy to the little girl. "I've never met a princess before, so this is quite exciting for me. And that makes your father a king, then, wouldn't it?"

She gave Henry a small smile as her attention shifted just a little bit back to him so she could offer, "And I'm Jane. Jane Porter. It's very nice to meet the both of you."

"King of a very small domain," Henry said, grinning easily before he was distracted. "... Alba, honey, ask me if you need to get a dress down."

Her grabbing was scattering very small tiaras. He grimaced a bit as he went to put them back, while Alba wiggled impatiently.

Yeah, I got nothin'.

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