Dite's Decadent Delights | Wednesday

[begmetwice]

Irene had Clementine in the shop with her today, and given that the wee little dog was growing rapidly and actually starting to resemble a dog rather than a very small puddle of dog-like substance, she made the mistake of allowing her to roam for a bit.

That mistake was corrected, Clementine's little playpen was set up again even if she was getting a bit big, those trashed dildos were thrown in the back, and Irene was spending the rest of the afternoon leaning against the counter and researching whether they could take extra puppy school classes to sort of nip (bah-dum-tss) that chewing thing right in the bud.

Dite's was open, in any case.

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[not_of_the_nora]

"Magic is usually just what we call any technology we don't get yet," Aloy observed. She stripped the outer casing from this toy with as much speedy grace as the last. "Hi, I'm Aloy. I used to be a student here."

That seemed like the kind of information people on Fandom liked to have.

[begmetwice]

"'Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic,'" Irene recited, very used to trotting out that particular Arthur C. Clarke quote.

(Though that being said, she wondered what her Magician friends would have to say about that, since they seemed pretty set on their magic being magic.)

But Aloy's comment had garnered more interest, anyway, and she added, "Welcome back. Do you find it's changed in your time away?"

Irene, incidentally, had found it to be nearly identical from when she'd left, when she had returned.

[not_of_the_nora]

No semblance of recognition sparked on Aloy's face at the quote. She just tilted her head, frowned a bit, and then seemed to cast it aside in favor of the question.

"No, it hasn't," she said. "And I was counting on that."

She peeled the motor out from between the wiring.