The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (3/5)

[drumsticksandd20s]

Last week, Steph had ordered several copies of a game about cat rescue somewhat on a whim, because as an inveterate cat lover who happened to run a game store it seemed like the kind of thing she had to do. (Also because, well. Cats.)

She probably should have expected that as soon as she put them on the floor today, the copies she'd reserved for the in-store game library would have been the source of the most high-intensity play of any of the tables -- and that was with two tables booked by her most competitive wargaming nerd regulars and a mini TCG tournament going on.

Steph was seriously convinced that someone would end up flipping at least one table before the day was over, and it was not going to be by one of those groups.

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[giveittoyoursister]

You know, Vi had been planning on spending a quality lunchtime with Steph, instead she found herself standing next to the tables. Just standing. Very pointedly.

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Steph was not above standing at the counter with her chin propped up on her hand, watching Vi with an exaggerated dreamy look on her face, just saying.

I think the gremlins have it covered, babe, she texted Vi, though it was clear that the pointed standing had already gotten the would-be cat rescuers to simmer down a bit.

[giveittoyoursister]

It was a good thing that the standing had worked, because there was absolutely nothing intimidating about vi's grin when she checked her phone.

"Hey," she said, coming over to join Steph at the counter.

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"My badass hero. What would I do without you?" Steph asked, as if she hadn't defused her fair share of conflicts through sheer use of her scary stage manager voice. "I'm going to have to put disclaimers on the box reminding people that it's just a game. The enthusiasm is nice, I guess."

[giveittoyoursister]

"I'm sure you'd have handled it," Vi said, the stage manager voice having caused its own share of dreamy looks.

"So long as the enthusiasm doesn't cause a fistfight."

[drumsticksandd20s]

"Maybe the enthusiasm can be channeled into something more productive," Steph mused as she scooted over to lean against Vi. "Like... adding contact info for Furnado and a few mainland shelters if people want to volunteer for real."

Don't think she didn't know what kind of effect her voice could have. On Vi.

[giveittoyoursister]

"Probably accomplish more than throwing punches," Vi said, laying her chin on Steph's shoulder, deeply aware of the irony of saying that. "I do it enough to know."

Vi suspected as much.

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Steph pretended to sigh resignedly and slipped her arm around Vi. "I mean... that would benefit more people than just me, I guess. Watching you be muscle girl works out nicely for me, but nobody else really appreciates just how good you look throwing punches, anyway."

Nobody should get to, if you asked her.

[giveittoyoursister]

"I don't need anyone else to," Vi assured, cheerfully, deliberately oblivious to the audience that gathered everytime she worked out in public.

[drumsticksandd20s]

The other reason Steph's scary stage manager demeanor hadn't gotten rusty, really.

"Good." Steph turned her head to steal a kiss. "How's your day been, babe?"

[giveittoyoursister]

Pity some of Vi's audience were into that.

"Good," Vi said, stealing her own kiss in return. "Better now."

[drumsticksandd20s]

It was like they attracted a type or something. Who knew?

"Bet you don't say that to all the girls," Steph said with a chuckle. "I can definitely say my day has gone way uphill since you walked in."