Magic Box, Monday.

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

There were delivery-boxes stacked in front of the door when Surreal arrived at the Magic Box today, so it was a wave of her hand to pick them up and float them along behind her since her arms were already full with the lunches she'd made for herself and her temporary assistant for the day.

And no, there was nothing poisonous in the food.

"Welcome to the Magic Box," she said as she unlocked the door. "Purveyor of fine magical items, and New Age stuff for the tourists that don't know any better."

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[ultron_junior]

Victor laughed, still in a good mood from flight class even though he kept his hands firmly in his pockets for now. Nico had made him wary of magic he didn't understand.

"It smells really ... herbal," he noted. "So do I get bonus points if I tell you I went out with a witch for a while? I know better than to play with anything but the new age stuff."

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"And you survived intact?" Surreal asked, glancing over at him. Which meant he went up a few points in her estimation. "Don't worry, anything immediately hazardous is locked up, so you won't cause a disaster just by touching something."

[ultron_junior]

Victor flushed, scruffing his hand along the back of his neck. "Well, she wasn't too happy with me at the end, but --"

It did not seem a safe topic of conversation. He shrugged, letting his voice trail off, and stepped toward a table of crystals.

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"I don't think anyone's ever happy with anyone else at the end of anything," Surreal pointed out, setting their lunches under the counter before setting down the deliveries on the floor and pulling out a knife to start opening them. "It's just the way people are."

She ripped the first box open and pulled out the invoice.

"Forty-five 'Wicked Witch Gingerbread Houses.' What the Hell does that mean?"

[ultron_junior]

"Like in a fairy tale?" Victor suggested helpfully. "But, dunno how you're going to sell forty-five of them."

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"Put them on discount or make-up a holiday probably," Surreal sighed. "And it's just forty-five in this box. Hopefully the others aren't more of the same."

"Do humans have a gingerbread holiday?"

[ultron_junior]

"A lot of people make it for Christmas," Victor said. "So, if they keep for eleven months you'll be awesome."

Not that he wanted to eat eleven-month-old gingerbread himself, but he figured it'd be fine to build a house with.

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"I'll stick them in the freezer downstairs, if the company won't take them back," she sighed, setting the invoice aside. "Let's see what the other boxes are."

Ceremonial blades, in one, and more crystals in the other, it turned out. "Welcome to the glamorous life of the magic shop," Surreal quipped. "Weapons and food."

[ultron_junior]

"Seems like a really exciting place," Victor said, casually bouncing a crystal in one palm. "How long have you worked here?"

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"Awhile. I wanted spending money of my own, and Tara hired me," she said simply. "My mother was good with potions and similar Craft, and she taught me parts of it."

"Why she left me in charge, Darkness knows."

[ultron_junior]

"Maybe everybody else seemed like a worse choice," Victor said. Because that was an uplifting suggestion. "But the shop seems cool. Plus, you haven't burned the place down yet or anything."

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"Contrary to the popular opinion that this world has of witches, we aren't all bent on random mayhem and destruction," Surreal said dryly. "And burning down my own shop would be bad for my pocketbook."

[ultron_junior]

"A lot of people think anyone who can do things they can't just wants to be violent," Victor said, slightly apologetically. "Promise, I didn't say that 'cause you do magic. Just .... call it a backhanded compliment."