Needful Things; Friday

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The sign was finally gone from the Needful Things window. Perhaps predictably, this was not because Harley had taken it down, but because it had fallen off on its own, and had now taken residence underneath a nearby antique arm chair.

Harley was busy making a new window display out of a bunch of antique candelabras.

After wards, she was looking her set up over with a critical eye, and considering whether she should get actual candles and light them all? Maybe people would be more into buying some fancy candle sticks if they saw them in action, yanno!

(open like a store!)

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[fears_no_one]

It turned out that (much to Flint's irritation) caracaras did not enjoy spending their days inside reading. So here were Flint and Tidreles, out on a walk as the falcon rid the island of small things that were fun to eat.

(The squirrels better look out.)

"Miss Quinn," Flint said with a small smile.

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"Doctor Quinn, if you're gonna be all formal," Harley replied cheerfully, without missing a beat.

And then held one of the candelabras aloft.

"Can I interest ya in a nice candle stick?"

[fears_no_one]

"It depends, Dr. Quinn," Flint said with a smile. "Will it bend horribly when I smack someone over the head with it?"

Flint's life was odd.

[totalwildcard]

Harley tilted her head way off to the side as she considered the candelabra. Very seriously, of course, because this was something of a valid question in her life as well.

"I don't think so?" she offered. "And, I mean, if it does then you can just say it's that way 'cause it's art!"

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"In that case, I'll have a candelabra," Flint decided.

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"Cool!" Harley replied, perking up. She'd already been plenty perky, but it was a skill. "We got all sorts!"

She was absolutely going to try and sell him an expensive one.

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And Flint would try for the cheapest. It was the Way Things Were Done!

"Which is your favorite?" Flint asked.

"And could a bird perch on it?" added Tidreles.

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Harley had been about to grab for the fanciest and thus most expensive candelabra, but then the bird spoke, and Harley's attention span was wht it was, so...

Now instead of grabbing anything, she was pointing at the bird.

"Who's the friend?"

[fears_no_one]

"This is Tidreles," Flint said, looking vaguely put-upon. "He showed up today and can talk. I'm trying to find a way to blame eating at Cafe Fina yesterday for it."

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Harley tried repeating the name to herself, and did it badly.

Then she shook her head and raised her eyebrows. "What's wrong with the café? And what's that got to do with -- Tide Pod over here?"

There was some random rustling happening on some of the shelves behind her, but pay no mind - Harley certainly wasn't!

[fears_no_one]

"Well, things in that cafe that shouldn't talk do and then I woke up this morning with a bloody talking non-parrot bird," Flint said. "They must be connected."

But not.

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"There's stuff that talks at that place? Man, why've I never been? I love stuff that talks!"

Because the mun wasn't available to ping in you kept forgetting about supper club, Harls.

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"The forks and dishes sang between courses," Flint said. "It was...I had not had enough rum to deal with that."

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Harley looked much too excited at the prospect.

"Ooooooh I've really gotta go there! That's a dinner and a show, I never get a dinner and a show!"

[fears_no_one]

"The food is good enough to overlook the eccentricities," Flint admitted.