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[ihavefinesse.livejournal.com]

Hey you! Have a nice day!

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[devil-in-exile.livejournal.com]

And you have a lovely evening, my dear. *is in looking for ye olde spell components* Ah...any more silkworm coccoons? The jar is empty.

[ihavefinesse.livejournal.com]

Oh. I thought you were leaving.

Yes! We do. They're right here. Behind the desk. Let me get them so that you may purchase them in exchange for cash. [She smiles and disappears behind the counter for a moment, before returning with a new jar. She crosses towards him, but does not hold it out.]

[devil-in-exile.livejournal.com]

I was checking something. There was....

[There's a vampire lurking outside. Which happens about one to a square block in Sunnydale, but Strahd doesn't know that.]

...never mind. Yes, indeed, I will take twenty. [He moves aside, presuming she plans to change out the jar.]

[ihavefinesse.livejournal.com]

There was what? [No such thing as a 'nevermind' in her book. All the same, she takes another step forward, pauses for a moment, then returns to the counter, planning on changing out the jar later. Easier this way. She unscrews the cap and starts carefully taking them out and placing them in a smaller travel jar.] Twenty?

[devil-in-exile.livejournal.com]

There is a disreputable looking young man outside, occasionally peering in through the windows. I do not like the look of him.

[He nods.] I do not know when I will be back this way again, and yours is the best shop in the area. So, twenty.

[ihavefinesse.livejournal.com]

[She blinks and looks out the window, shrugging. That's the problem with winter. Vampries can come out earlier, even in California.] Oh, that's just Spike. Not many of us like the look of him.

I'm glad to hear you think so! We pride ourselves on being 'outstanding in our field' though I've never had to stand in a field, so I'm not sure how we can pride ourselves on that.

[devil-in-exile.livejournal.com]

Spike. [He files the name away]

I do not understand the phrase either, but I am very new here. You do have an excellent selection. Though some of your supernatural creature statues are a bit...fanciful. Still, they would make lovely gifts.

[He produces a billfold from his sleeve. His hands are gloved in gray kid, and under them the nails push out the leather somewhat.]

[ihavefinesse.livejournal.com]

Fanciful? Oh, they're quite real-to-life. Except the leprechauns. Leprechauns don't exist. [She sometimes has yet to grasp the concept of not everyone knowing demons and such exist. Except this guy is buying cocoons, so she's justified.[/small]

After finishing putting the cocoons in a jar, she screws it shut and places it in a bag before beginning to ring him up. His gloves catch her eyes, though.] Are you cold? In the heat? With the gloves. [She gestures towards them. No one wears gloves in Southern California.]

[devil-in-exile.livejournal.com]

Actually I was referring to your unicorns. They don't quite look like that. But to each their own. A few of the dragons are quite realistic.

[He looks down] Oh these? Merely part of the outfit. [Except the nails look like they might be kind of...pointy.]

[sodamndramatic.livejournal.com]

Um thanks!


[She's carrying a small bag filled with herbs and gems.]

I'm new to Sunnydale so I'm kind of trying to get a feel for it.

[ihavefinesse.livejournal.com]

Well, welcome! It's quite lovely, provided you manage to avoid our yearly Apoclaypse some time in May.

[sodamndramatic.livejournal.com]

Yearly Apocolypse? You're kidding right? What is it some kind of carnival or something?

[ihavefinesse.livejournal.com]

It's a Hellmouth.

[devil-in-exile.livejournal.com]

And you have a lovely evening, my dear. *is in looking for ye olde spell components* Ah...any more silkworm coccoons? The jar is empty.

[ihavefinesse.livejournal.com]

Oh. I thought you were leaving.

Yes! We do. They're right here. Behind the desk. Let me get them so that you may purchase them in exchange for cash. [She smiles and disappears behind the counter for a moment, before returning with a new jar. She crosses towards him, but does not hold it out.]

[devil-in-exile.livejournal.com]

I was checking something. There was....

[There's a vampire lurking outside. Which happens about one to a square block in Sunnydale, but Strahd doesn't know that.]

...never mind. Yes, indeed, I will take twenty. [He moves aside, presuming she plans to change out the jar.]

[ihavefinesse.livejournal.com]

There was what? [No such thing as a 'nevermind' in her book. All the same, she takes another step forward, pauses for a moment, then returns to the counter, planning on changing out the jar later. Easier this way. She unscrews the cap and starts carefully taking them out and placing them in a smaller travel jar.] Twenty?

[devil-in-exile.livejournal.com]

There is a disreputable looking young man outside, occasionally peering in through the windows. I do not like the look of him.

[He nods.] I do not know when I will be back this way again, and yours is the best shop in the area. So, twenty.

[ihavefinesse.livejournal.com]

[She blinks and looks out the window, shrugging. That's the problem with winter. Vampries can come out earlier, even in California.] Oh, that's just Spike. Not many of us like the look of him.

I'm glad to hear you think so! We pride ourselves on being 'outstanding in our field' though I've never had to stand in a field, so I'm not sure how we can pride ourselves on that.

[devil-in-exile.livejournal.com]

Spike. [He files the name away]

I do not understand the phrase either, but I am very new here. You do have an excellent selection. Though some of your supernatural creature statues are a bit...fanciful. Still, they would make lovely gifts.

[He produces a billfold from his sleeve. His hands are gloved in gray kid, and under them the nails push out the leather somewhat.]

[ihavefinesse.livejournal.com]

Fanciful? Oh, they're quite real-to-life. Except the leprechauns. Leprechauns don't exist. [She sometimes has yet to grasp the concept of not everyone knowing demons and such exist. Except this guy is buying cocoons, so she's justified.[/small]

After finishing putting the cocoons in a jar, she screws it shut and places it in a bag before beginning to ring him up. His gloves catch her eyes, though.] Are you cold? In the heat? With the gloves. [She gestures towards them. No one wears gloves in Southern California.]

[sodamndramatic.livejournal.com]

Um thanks!


[She's carrying a small bag filled with herbs and gems.]

I'm new to Sunnydale so I'm kind of trying to get a feel for it.

[ihavefinesse.livejournal.com]

Well, welcome! It's quite lovely, provided you manage to avoid our yearly Apoclaypse some time in May.

[sodamndramatic.livejournal.com]

Yearly Apocolypse? You're kidding right? What is it some kind of carnival or something?

[ihavefinesse.livejournal.com]

It's a Hellmouth.