Pick Your Poison, Thursday

[witchoftheflesh]

Boston had decided to accompany Adrian to work today, and, not to be outdone, Bran had decided to come along, too. They two of them seemed to be in the middle of some kind of tiff and Adrian was wisely staying out of it. He knew from regrettable experience that attempting to intercede resulting only in accusations of bias from both of them - a feat that was truly impressive considering Bran was a broom that couldn't actually talk. Why an argument between them resulted in them coming in with him, but so long as they both behaved themselves in front of customers, Adrian really wasn't going to complain.

Welcome to Pick Your Poison, where a cat is in the window, a broom is sweeping the aisles, and a witch is behind the counter.

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[mustbeawitch]

Lydia breezed into the shop with the 'just looking' vibe of a casual window shopper, then paused to watch Bran.

God, she wished her magic could do that. There were those Roomba things, of course, but when she went home she wouldn't even have electricity. Life was so unfair. Hopefully she and Wickham would continue to have money for servants, because Newcastle had really been unacceptable.

Oh, right. Manners. She did have those. "Mr. Blackwood, Mr. Boston, Mr. Bran, good afternoon." She had no idea if Bran could hear or not but that was no reason to be rude.

[witchoftheflesh]

"Miss Bennet," Boston said, getting up with a beeeeeg streeeetch which he turned into a slight bow. Bran, not to be outdone, also bowed, which mostly just looked like a slow-motion falling over that reversed itself. "Hello Miss Bennet," Adrian called from the counter. "Lovely day, no?"

[mustbeawitch]

"Yes," Lydia agreed as she inspected a display of soaps, "it's so nice that spring is finally here. Even if the winters here are rather mild, after spending time in the West Indies it was a bit of an adjustment, you know."

[witchoftheflesh]

"As someone from Massachusetts, I'm required by law by deny that was any kind of winter at all," Adrian said with a small smile.

[mustbeawitch]

"I don't think that I should like winter in Massachusetts," Lydia said. "I imagine it's rather like Newcastle, and Newcastle was terrible." That had been partially because of the poverty, but she still held it against the place. "I suppose it's all in what one's used to. That, or I may be quite picky. Summer in Sainte Josephine was intolerable."