Bringing a friend to the cantina. ((locked to victormakesart))

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((note to self: concurrent with this, this, and this thread in the_other_rock))

There was a swish and a slight flash, and then Albus was standing near the bar with Fawkes on his shoulder and a young woman at his side. He blinked as always at the sudden change in scenery, then looked around with a smile to see if he could see anyone that he recognized before turning to Victor. "How do you feel, my dear?"

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"Awww, but you'll make us look like pigs." Mary dimpled and chuckled.

"I'm sure." Cassie smiled at Victor, then looked at the bowls and blinked. "Not that much, Mary. Give me a little less than half that."

"Fine," she grumbled cheerfully.


((:D))

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She laughed. "Oh, no. I don't tend t' eat much."

She chewed at her lip a bit, finished her water.

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A bowl containing a sane amount of chocolaty goodness intermixed with marshmallows was set in front of her, and then Mary plunked down once more in her own chair.

"How are you feeling?" Cassie looked at Victor as she too resumed her place and addressed her dessert.

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She laughed, put a bit in her spoon and..."This rocks. 'S been a while since I've had icecream."

"'M feelin' a lot better. Most of it, now, 's just jumpiness an' stuff. Thank y'."

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"No problem." Cassie's smile was warm. It twisted wryly as she turned to look at Mary, who was bopping around in her chair, clearly with extra energy to burn, as she ate the marshmallows out of her ice cream.

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((I'm sorry this took so long. Summerschool, and notifs are bizarre, and illness. I just lost track.))

Small giggle at Mary, and she tipped her head down a moment. Blush. She ate slowly, carefully, and it soothed her throat and her nerves.

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((Don't get me started on them alerts... *hug*))


Cassie let her be, thinking that she needed a little quiet time after being hit with so many new things at once.

Then her eyes went to the living room windows as something huge lit on the terrace railing and folded draconian wings.

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((*hug*))

She jumped at the sound, yelped and rubbed her eyes. "Friend of yours. Yes?" Her voice was terse, strained. "Nothin' scary?"

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"He's a friend." Cassie smiled and went to get a plate of roast and a potato she hadn't mashed.

"He who what... Opa!" Mary cheered, but stayed seated because she wasn't done yet.


((you know it's too hot when the Reeces cup on your desk... melts))

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((...yes. Omg, yes. Houston, Texas, for the win.))

She relaxed a bit, picked at her icecream. "'Kay." Sigh. "Good." Girl was on edge.

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"Nothing here will hurt you," said Mary, looking at her earnestly. "Unless you're, like, special and wipe out and bang your head or something."

Cassie went to the terrace door and threw it open, then glanced at Victor and thought it would be better for her to go out rather than having the friend out there come inside.


((I'm only in Edmonton, Alberta! And it STILL melted))

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((NICE. Wowzer.))

"That won't happen," she said with a grin. Because she'd already wiped out a day prior.

She finished her icecream and got up to put her bowl and glass in the sink.

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"And you especially don't need to be afraid of Opa. He might look freaking scary when you first meet him, but he's even nicer than my granddad is." Mary looked over at her. "No, put it in the dishwasher, that drawer there."

((I kinda think parts of me melted too...))

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She nodded and did as she was told. "I love houses tha' use dishwashers. They make me glad that we live in a high-techno age, y' know?"

"'Kay. Usually I ain't this...yeah. But t'day, an' yesterday. An' last week."

((*pets*))

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"They've all got 'em, here." Mary scraped her bowl clean and glanced toward the terrace, then excused herself and got up to put her own dishes in the washer. "And they don't use water."

Then she gave Victor a sympathetic look. "Yeah. Stuff'll do that."

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"...holy..." Then she reminded herself to watch her language. Polite company, after all. "That rocks. Howzit work?"

She nodded, blushed. "Mmhmm."

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"Um...." Mary looked into it thoughtfully. "I don't know. I don't know how the people washers work, either. Guess I'll have to ask a nerd 'n hope I, like, understand the reply."

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She laughed softly, nervously. "Yeah. People washers? Like...they ain't like showers back home 'm guessin'?"

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"They look like 'em." She looked around, then closed the dishwasher and told it to run. "But there's no water, just a tingle and maybe a spritz of whatever you wanna smell like."

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Shiver. It sounded too 1984-hidden-camera-like for her tastes. "Man, I'd feel weird wi' that."

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"I felt weird the time I went in there 'n pressed all the buttons." She hopped up to sit on the counter and swing her feet.

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"Eek, sounds scary." Nod-nod. She leaned against the counter, lightly.

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"Nah. I think it was just the combination of Grandpa's 'Stetson' 'n Cassie's 'Primrose' smells mixed with my peachy one. I nearly hurled." She sniggered.

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Tiny giggle. And she thought about it. It'd be cool if it was an of-course-you-can-be-fully-clothed machine. "In'erestin' scents."

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((Well, you'd wind up with really clean clothes....))


"They're alright." She shrugged. "Grandpa's smells pretty good, but the stuff Wolvie uses smells better."