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The Magic Box, Monday

First thing Surreal did when she got in today was toss a few balls of witchlight near the floor and grab the broom, so she could sweep up any teeny shards of glass that might be waiting for an unwary foot, or bits and boobs of spell components that people really should not be inhaling.

Once that was settled to her satisfaction, she set about making herself a pretty pretty poison locket. Because it was pretty. And she didn't need to be a Widow to know her poisons.

The Magic Box was open ~~and ocd-free~~, and if you asked nicely, Surreal might make a locket for you, too.

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Anders was supposed to start work on Sunday -- but what with ~~player fail~~ one thing and another, he hadn't quite made it in. All there was to do was to apologize and hope it didn't mean he'd lost his job before even starting it.

"Hello?" he began, once he found the dark-haired girl. "I'm Anders. Is Rinoa about?"

He was curious as to what she was doing; it looked risky, and more than a little fun.

"Not right at this very second, no," Surreal answered, not bothering to look up from her work. "What do you need?"

"I was supposed to start work yesterday," Anders admitted. "And I didn't, and now I want to see if I still have a job at all."

"She didn't leave me a note saying to light you on fire if you showed up today, so I guess you're still hired," Surreal offered, her smile slightly sharp as she glanced up at him. "Dabbler, aspiring professional, or bored student just needing cash?"

Anders wasn't sure where he fit into those categories.

"I'm a mage," he answered, with a little shrug. "I was at the Ferelden Circle for four years and this seemed the best way to keep in practice while I'm on the island. But I do need cash."

"If you use Craft, there will be plenty of chances for you to keep in practice while living here, boyo," Surreal promised. "Not so much in the store, unless you've got good hearth magic for chasing out the dust bunnies."

"I don't know spells against dust bunnies," Anders admitted. "Wish that I did. It would make keeping my room neat much easier. So you use magic too?"

He assumed as much from the references to 'craft', but it was always better to ask.

"Witch," Surreal answered, tapping a bit more nightshade into the locket before wriggling her fingers at him like the fake spells you saw on the tee-vee. "It's in the Blood."

"We're born with it too," Anders said, sounding vaguely amused. "What was that bit with your fingers?"

Experimentally, he tried it himself.

"It's what the locals think we have to do to use our Craft," Surreal replied, amused. "Or there's that witch on the tee-vee who wriggles her nose to do spells."

"I think I saw that one!" Anders said, excited. "It was the middle of the night, and I couldn't figure out how to turn the tee-vee off. And then they showed a second episode and her husband had turned into a different man."

"Yes! And sometimes it has color and sometimes it does not," she said, nodding. "I've laughed myself sick at it a few times. That one, and the one with the girl who nods her head to make wishes come true."

Jeannie is a genie, Surreal, not a witch.

"I haven't seen that one yet," Anders said. "It sounds like a story you'd tell a child. Do you think they take the fables seriously?"

"Some do, when they first encounter us, but they get broken of that habit fairly quickly," Surreal promised. "And if they don't, that means you get to break them."

Which was FUN!

"I don't think I've broken anyone yet," Anders said, mock-mournfully. "I'm wasting my talents."

Sometime into the afternoon, Cara came into the store. "I brought food," she said by way of greeting, holding up a paper bag.

From J,GoB, because Surreal was the one doing things with poison today.

"Good, because I forgot to bring my lunch today," Surreal said, quickly starting to clean off a section of the counter. No accidental poisonings today!

"Who said I brought it for you?" Cara teased, even as she offered Surreal the bag. "There's a flaky pastry with meat, and some of the ridiculously sweet and sticky one with the ground nuts."

Baklava, Cara, it was called baklava.

"If it wasn't for me, you'd have eaten it before coming in range of my poisons," Surreal pointed out, making grabby hands at the bag. "I'll even share my honey-and-nuts one with you."

Pish, like Surreal knew it was called baklava. Usually she just pointed, or told the bakers she wanted two of everything.

Cara found pointing to be an invaluable technique, especially when there were so many choices.

She let go of the bag once Surreal had a good grip on it. "Maybe I just like living dangerously," she said, grinning. "You'll share without me even having to trade favours first?"

As if she needed an inducement for that...ever.

"Well, I do tend to abuse your hospitality quite frequently," Surreal pointed out, equally cheerful. "But now that you mention it... I demand a trip to the onsen."

Like either of them ever needed an inducement for that.

But it was ever so useful to have an excuse to go.

"If I wanted you to stop abusing it I'd change the locks," Cara said, having absolutely no intention of doing so. "We can go as soon as you finish your shift. Unless you'd like to leave earlier."

Because Rinoa would totally appreciate Cara stealing her employees away during the work day.

"Ooooo!" Surreal lit up. "Change the locks, please! I need practice."

Breaking and entering was her third favorite pastime, after all.

"Sadly, sugar, I can't cut and run today. But I'm free after work, or, you know, the rest of the week. Except for one particular hour..."

Far be it for Cara to discourage Surreal's hobbies. "In that case I will change the locks," she said. "So you can really feel like you're abusing my hospitality."

Most supportive girlfriend ever.

"That one hour when you have to serve a terribly hard taskmaster," Cara finished for her. "I don't know how you manage it."

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