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Dite's Decadent Delights, Tuesday Afternoon

Someone - or something, and gremlins, Emma was casting evil glances towards any vents in the shop - had gotten into the massage oil.

And it was everywhere. The floor, the counter, the displays, the back room...

So after a few mishaps in trying to clean it up, Emma was behind the counter, calling for a cleaning service of some sort. And until they arrived? Well, she might (might!) do one or two run & slides on the back hallway, where she wouldn't crash into everything.

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Ring ring ring!

Emma had sent Karla a gift! It was only appropriate that she call her back and thank her for it! Karla had been raised right, after all!

And okay, the boyos' expressions were priceless and Karla wanted to make sure Emma had a chance to hear them sputter. And whimper.

THAT WAS LIKE A THANK YOU, OKAY?

PHONE! Emma got in a good run & slide back to the phone, taking a moment to center herself before picking it up and answering.

"Dite's Decadent Delights. Miss Frost speaking, how may I direct your pleasure?"

Hope you had it on speakerphone, Karla.

At first, Karla didn't even answer. She just held the phone up, so Emma could hear the cacophony. The coven were squealing and laughing while the boyos were...well, Khary was kind of whimpering. The others were staring in horrified fascination.

"I wish I could talk to you and record at the same time," Karla finally said. "Kiss kiss, Emma. This is priceless."

"You got my package!" Emma, don't sound so delighted. "Now, they only sent us a case of a dozen as a preview...how many should I order for the store, and how many am I sending to you?"

"OH! And dig down a bit - I sent you batteries, too."

"Oh, believe me, they were found," Karla said wryly. "I think Kalush wants a butterfly of her very own."

Seeing how Kalush had out and out said she did, thinking that wasn't much of a stretch.

"But let's see. I need at least a few more, plus one apiece for the coven, plus one each for the boyos--what do you think? One for Uncle Saetan and Lucivar? Or should I make them share?"

"If I send one for them to share, your Uncle will ban me from the Hall for life," Emma pointed out dryly. "Lucivar is a big boy, and can have one of his very own. I shall simply send the High Lord some brandy and ear-plugs."

"And this is why he hasn't banned you from the Hall yet," Karla said. "On the one hand, you're an instigator of the likes that Lucivar only aspires to. On the other, you are kind enough to remember him as well."

Emma was Karla's favorite.

"He's merely lucky that I haven't brought darling Lucivar in on any of my schemes." Beat. "Yet."

"So, two dozen butterflies in various colors, batteries, the newest Angelica Desmesnes titles, batteries, chocolates...anything else, darling? Massage oils? Body paint? The Wall Street Times for Warren?"

"If you sent Warren a few financial papers and magazines, he'd love you forever," Karla said, with a laugh. "Probably as much as the coven would for the gift of the butterflies."

Karla was going to learn to a bunch of financial terms and whisper them to Warren in moments of passion.

"And no involving Lucivar. That would just make me sad."

"Of course I'm involving Lucivar. Someone has to deliver the High Lord his presents," Emma answered demurely. "I'll see about sending a fleet of boxes your way, darling. How is your summer going?"

"Good, good, even if the High Lord has decided to run poor Warren's wings to the ground. He's getting all of the lessons ever, from weapons to Protocol to horseback riding. Weirdest thing? He seems to be enjoying most of it. Well, not so much the horseback riding or the Protocol lesson involving makeup."

Though he'd enjoyed the benefits of both lessons, so he could stop whining.

"We're about to move to Haven for the rest of the summer, though we'll be by the island to visit. And you, darling? How's your summer going?"

"Oh, well enough. I'm living with Ronan and Jack - with my own room, young lady, get your mind out of the gutter - although the three of us shopping for food tends to be...interesting." Ronan was a foodie and a wizard, Emma was broke with a mutant metabolism, and Jack was a growing werewolf. They ate a LOT of food.

"Aaaaaand this move to Haven is going to be supervised by males with very large sticks and no side-trips into ominously quiet towns?" Look, Emma had to check. THESE THINGS HAPPENED AROUND KARLA.

"Well..." Oh how well did that answer Emma's question, hmm? "Warren will be there and he's been getting lots of training from Lucivar. And Raven's coming, too. And we have no plans to stop anywhere?"

That practically counted, right?

"So how are things going with Jack?" NOT A SUBJECT CHANGE AT ALLLLLL!

"Oh good, then this will be the perfect chance for Lucivar to keep training him all the way there."

This wasn't negotiable, Karla. This was your unofficial Steward digging her heels in.

"Jack is fine. He's working here as Eric's dayperson at Devil's Nest, since his law office closed. Ronan's fine too, although we keep having strange zombie lawn gnomes show up outside the house."

"Ew. I hate zombie lawn gnomes."

Did Karla know what zombie lawn gnomes were, other than in the abstract? Not at all. Was that going to stop her? Not at all.

Because if she wasn't talking about zombie lawn gnomes, then she'd probably be explaining to Emma that Lucivar couldn't come with them, that it could be seen as a violation of the rules that kept the peace between Territories.

And Emma wouldn't enjoy hearing that very much. Karla could tell.

"Daaaarling...why am I not hearing 'yes, Auntie Emma,' or 'of course he's coming, don't be silly,' or anything like that?"

Please. Don't try and con the master.

"Because we're still talking about zombie lawn gnomes?"

Hope sprang ever-eternal!

"Karla."

DAMMIT EMMA!

"...Yes?"

"Who is escorting you to the village besides Warren and Raven?" There was totally an implied 'because you are still a wanted witch and I don't trust you three not to somehow cause an inter-Territory incident and/or stumble upon violence' tacked on the end there. "And if you fib to me and I find out, I am going through with my threat of putting a bell on you."

"Morton is going to meet us on the Arcerian border?"

That was an answer! Technically!

"And Julian, too, I think. He's insisting."

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