fandomtownies | The Magic Box, Tuesday

Norman walked into the Magic Box and was immediately accosted by the cerberus puppy. Who... smelled faintly of banana, Norman thought, which was... weird. But okay. He settled in for his shift behind the counter, and was only there for about ten minutes before the puppy trotted up to him, holding a solid chunk of chrysoberyl in one of its mouths that was...

... Shaped like a banana.

Norman squinted at it.

"Was... was that one of the crystal spheres?" They hadn't had much chrysoberyl in stock, after all. The pup deposited it on the floor, barked in triplicate, and then gave a happy trot around the shop again. This time Norman watched him go, sniffing at this and that. A candle with banana-shaped etchings. A book of banana recipes sitting on the ancient tomes shelf. No few crystal wands and orbs, all shaped like bananas. The walls still had the slightest hint of banana-shaped spots on them.

Norman wasn't even sure what to do with this. He just kind of stood there and stared for a good portion of the morning, until a customer came in to buy some incense.

It was banana scented.

[OOC: Open, but with probably work-related SP.]

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"Welcome to the tropics," Bob said, sighing.

Norman glanced up from his investigation of the place, looking vaguely perplexed.

"Um. Has it been like this for long?"

Only since the Thursday before the break, Norman.

... So yes.

"Long enough," Bob said. "Have a nice trip?"

"Actually, I did," Norman offered. "Iceland is a pretty interesting place. Though we kind of headed in exactly the opposite direction of the stuff I was curious about, the places we did go were pretty neat."

"Never been there myself," Bob said. "Then again, I haven't been a lot of places."

On account of the whole 'stuck to his skull anywhere but Fandom' thing.

"I guess I could have, um, packed yur skull and brought you along," Norman ventured, "but I don't think students are allowed to bring a plus one."

Even if that plus one was an ancient dead guy.

"They're not, no." Bob agreed. "Still, no matter. I've gone on one or two trips before, and I do get to stay here." He made a little face at all the bananas.

"... Lucky you, I guess?" Norman looked dubiously around the shop. The dog sniffed curiously at the Tarot of Musaceae. "Um, if you ever do need a change of scenery..."

Instead of being trapped forever in the Banana Republic.

"Funny you should mention that," Bob said almost apologetically.

Norman hesitated for a moment at that statement, and then bit his lip for a few seconds.

"Moving on, huh?"

"Somewhat," Bob said. "Harry needs me, and I'm not accomplishing much here except for teaching you. I'll still come back for that; I'm not about to leave you without an instructor. But I think it's time I went home for the rest of it."

"Well, you have to do what you have to do," Norman replied, bowing his head a little. "I'll miss having you around, but I get it. Is there anything you need me to do to help you get ready to go?"

"Call Harry, let him have your phone number," Bob said. He wrote the number in gold in the air. "If you need me on a day I'm not here, call. I'll leave you with a list of things to work on. If you have any problems or questions, call."

He smirked just a little. "And never mind Harry. He has to have something to complain about."

Norman laughed a little as he reached for a pen and a piece of paper.

Both were banana scented.

"My takeaway from this is mostly to just call Harry a lot," he admitted. "I think I can handle the complaining, at least."

"Harry means well." Bob's expression softened. "He's just not very good with people. It might do you both good to talk a little. Just please don't take his lead on studying."

Please listen to him, Norman.

"I'll study," Norman replied, smiling faintly. "And people who aren't any good with people aren't anything new to me. Maybe I will talk to him sometime, sure."

"Please." Bob nodded tightly. "I have no intention of letting your instruction slide."

"Well, good," Norman replied, looking relieved. "I'm finally getting to a point where the light I make lasts more than an hour."

... It was the little things in life.

"That is excellent!" Bob said, beaming at him. "Keep it up."

"I plan to," Norman replied with a little grin. "Thank you for teaching me, Bob."

"Thank you for letting me teach you, Norman," Bob said. He smiled. "It's an honour."

The Magic Box, Tuesday

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