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It is a lovely Saturday morning. Feathered children are watching cartoons; furred adults are eating brunch; scaled teenagers - one scaled teenager in particular, actually - is arguing with the proprietor of a magic shop.
"How did these items get made if there's no way to learn magic? Are the magicians homeschooling their children and not writing any books? How did you learn?"
"Half this stuff is antiques," says the shopkeep. "Look, asking me a dozen times isn't gonna make the answer more to your liking. I don't have Hogwarts in the basement, deal with it."
"But where do you get the stuff that isn't antique - who made the Avalon itself? - isn't anybody panicking about the medallion supply? -"
"Kid, nobody knows how to make medallions."
"But some people apparently know how to make luck charms and protection amulets!"
"I'm not going to give out my suppliers' personal information. I wouldn't do it even if you weren't annoying."
"There have to be books -"
"Does this look like a library to you?"
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maybeso
asteptotheright
At some point lack of oxygen becomes an issue. This is not a positive development. Kanimir makes a mental note to look into not needing to breathe.
asteptotheright
Ooh. Yes it is. Okay, this is an acceptable substitute for not needing to breathe at all. For now.
maybeso
May's phone rings.
"Mmmph if I don't answer that and it's my mom she'll worry," grumbles May.
maybeso
She fumbles in her pocket. "Hello? Hi Mom. Mm-hm! Yeah - no - twenty minutes maybe? Yeah. Love you too."
maybeso
"I don't have a formal curfew, but she did want to know if she should wait up for me or not," May says. "I told her I'd be home in twenty."
asteptotheright
Eeeee. Kiss!
And then Kanimir does open the door and get out of the car and go back to his own car and drive home.
And then Kanimir does open the door and get out of the car and go back to his own car and drive home.
asteptotheright
"She liked the cakes fine. One of our experiments failed, but the others succeeded, and we had several more good ideas to add to the to-do list."
asteptotheright
"Several of the good ideas were in the date part. It's nice to be with someone who thinks this kind of thing is a good recreational conversation topic."
asteptotheright
"...She does think magic is a good recreational conversation topic, and she has good ideas, and she's funny and intelligent and her smile, she has the most beautiful smile. And she hugged me spontaneously at the park and she was so warm and she kissed me after it was over and it was--I think I need to apologize to you for mocking you for running off with Daphne at odd moments to make out, if it felt like that." He rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands. "Jaromira, I have it so bad. I haven't really had anyone but you since we were eleven, and--" he swallows. "I'm scared of--going too fast, or getting clingy, and ruining everything."
jumptotheleft
"Aww." Jaromira hugs her brother. "It's good that you've got someone other than me. Talk to her if you're worried about messing up. Tell her that you're not good at being close to people, and how exactly you expect that to impact things. If she's really as wonderful as all that, she won't take it too badly as long as you phrase it as 'I'm concerned about your boundaries please help define them more specifically' rather than 'I expect to behave badly.'"
asteptotheright
He leans into the hug. "Thank you," he says quietly. "You're--so much better at people than I am." He giggles. "That was one of the things that was funny, even, we joked that extroversion was witchcraft and it ended up with the Inquisition with the comfy chair--you know, from Monty Python--versus the tea we made with the boiling spell and an 'interrogation'."