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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"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."

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((YES indeed! *keels notifs ded*))

"'S cool. I think dude-like scents're cooler 'n chick scents."

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"I like smelling like a peach." Mary grinned, then looked toward the terrace doors. "Hey, you wanna hug a Wolvie? Not Logan, but a guy one."


((*HELPS* lol, check out that Fred dude in Sages))

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((Hee.))

She laughed. Then looked shy. "Ummmmm."

Boys were scary.

"Maybe?"

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"He's not scary or anything. He's just like the coolest grandpa type old fart you'll ever meet. 'N he smells good," Mary assured her earnestly.

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"Ummmm. Okay." Fidget.

Lip-bite. "'Kay."

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"We don't gotta." The younger girl shrugged cheerfully. "Hey, are you tired yet? Did Cassie show you the guest room?"

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"He sounds cool."

"'M sleepy. An' she didn't." :D

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"Oh he rocks." Mary took a flying leap off the counter and led the way down the hallway. "Here, this is the unused one. Want me to run 'n grab you somethin' to sleep in?"