The warehouse district, Friday evening

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"Mommy really should've marked our path back to our home sweet home, hunh?" Mia nodded vigorously, clutching onto Kenzi's hand. "So, if we don't find our new place, we're gonna get a new new place!"

Right, maybe it was this left, up the stairs? ... why the hell did this place have to have SO MANY stairs?


[ooc: so, so open, since the warehouse district is a little more populated than usual this week.]

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"That's-- nice. I dunno." Kenzi watched Cecil, then Mia as she put more popcorn in her face, and held some out to Kenzi with an encouraging noise. "Thank you, yes, you're very good... Maybe. Maybe after I get a job. And figure out if there's a place to let Mia hang out. First problems first, right? The warehouse is in pretty good shape. We can stand it for a little while longer." Right, like she'd go up to some woman and say 'can I move in with my terrible two-year-old?'

Staying with Cecil might work, after she got the hang of this place.

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"Whatever you think is best," Cecil agreed. "The last Kenzi - I don't think she was the usual one, but the one before you - just got a soloist part in the Baltimore ballet, if you do that. Otherwise, pretty much every place is hiring. I say go wherever you get the best free stuff, right?"

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"Really? She was that good?" Kenzi felt a stab of envy. She'd given up ballet before she was twelve. "Wow... yeah, definitely." She took the mug of coffee and toasted Cecil with it. "Thanks. For all this. I appreciate it, really, it's just. An adjustment."

Also, he was being so nice, how would she ever manage to steal from him? He was ruining her schtick, here.

"More!" Mia demanded, reaching for the popcorn again. "Peeeeez."

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"She was awesome!" Cecil held the popcorn up to Mia. "I don't think regular Kenzi wanted to be a ballerina; she said something about a jewel thief, I think. I don't know if she had a job doing that, though," he said apologetically.

"She works at one of the bars, so I bet if you just showed up and started working, nobody would say anything. And they don't card, so just tell them Mia's a friend who got de-aged. Oh, and Sparkle's looking after a little girl now, too! Amelia's a little older, but she's really cute. So he might know more about the whole 'kid' thing."

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"Hey. I think that guy at the library knew all this about me, he was suggesting one of the bars-- Caritas? Too." Hunh, Sparkle, okay. Anybody who had good ideas would be a help. "Jewel thief. Duuuuude. I've never been that ambitious." She looked at Mia, who was smiling cutely at Cecil, and reaching for his arm, patting the tentacle. "Kinda been busy for the last few years, ya know?"

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"That seems like a perfectly valid - and really cute - reason," Cecil answered. He wrapped the tentacle very lightly around Mia's hand and made pretty patterns with its tattoos. "But it's never too late to start!"