I see. [So there it was. Charles would never say it out loud, but not having someone run errands for him was starting to become inconvenient. Just a little bit.]
Does your 'hippie shop' sell essential oils, too? [There's a list in his wife's handwriting in his pocket which will probably take an impressive amount of money out of his pocket.]
['She' could be two people they both knew, but one of them didn't talk nonsense like this. Which left one option and Charles wasn't sure he liked that one very much.]
You were talking to my wife? [The 'why' was implied in his tone.]
[Given the choice, Charles wouldn't go anywhere near this shop. His choices, however, have become rather limited during the past six months. Retrieving the list from his pocket, he hands it to the young man.]
All of this actually. [No need to mention that Charles has no idea what any of that is good for.]
[Justin takes the list and looks it over, waves in the direction of the
shop for Charles to come with him so they can get the stuff his wife has
sent him for.]
Someone planning a ritual during the full moon or something?
[He reiterated, voice flat, before remembering that Säde's little girl had trouble with faces. How inconvenient it must be. At the same time, Charles reckoned it could be rather liberating as well. Not being obligated to know every face that fluttered through your life simply because you were incapable of doing so. There were a lot of faces he'd have gladly ignored. If he never saw them again, it would be too soon. However, there were other faces, faces from a distant past he kept in the tomb at the very bottom of his heart, and never wanted to let go.]
Well, thank you. I hope she didn't impose too much on you.
No, it's- [Charles has no idea what his wife needs these for. Perfuming their humble abode, one assumes.]
You do rituals around here? [Please say no, young man. Charles can put up with a lot, feigning tolerance to the extreme if he must, but this might just be the proverbial straw.]
[Justin can't keep up the pretense because he's laughing too hard.] Shit,
no. Probably somebody does, since this place stays in business, but it's
not like, "oh hey Starflower Moonchild-"
[He says, in a dreamy, sing-songy tone.]
"-don't forget about the Earthmother ceremony on Thursday night! Bring
cupcakes!"
[He's going to be snickering to himself for the whole transaction now.
Charles' expression was just too priceless.]
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Nothing you could provide. Do you work here?
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Not here, no. [Pointing down the road.] I'm at the hippie shop.
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Does your 'hippie shop' sell essential oils, too? [There's a list in his wife's handwriting in his pocket which will probably take an impressive amount of money out of his pocket.]
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Right next to the incense. Looking for something in particular?
[He's giving Charles a dubious look. The man hardly looks the type.]
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Fashionably late ~_~
Sorry for the lateness. >_<
You were talking to my wife? [The 'why' was implied in his tone.]
Late... sorry. ._.
All of this actually. [No need to mention that Charles has no idea what any of that is good for.]
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But it's fine. You Lannisters aren't really my type.
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Re: Late... sorry. ._.
[Justin takes the list and looks it over, waves in the direction of the shop for Charles to come with him so they can get the stuff his wife has sent him for.]
Someone planning a ritual during the full moon or something?
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[He reiterated, voice flat, before remembering that Säde's little girl had trouble with faces. How inconvenient it must be. At the same time, Charles reckoned it could be rather liberating as well. Not being obligated to know every face that fluttered through your life simply because you were incapable of doing so. There were a lot of faces he'd have gladly ignored. If he never saw them again, it would be too soon. However, there were other faces, faces from a distant past he kept in the tomb at the very bottom of his heart, and never wanted to let go.]
Well, thank you. I hope she didn't impose too much on you.
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You do rituals around here? [Please say no, young man. Charles can put up with a lot, feigning tolerance to the extreme if he must, but this might just be the proverbial straw.]
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Me???
[Justin can't keep up the pretense because he's laughing too hard.] Shit, no. Probably somebody does, since this place stays in business, but it's not like, "oh hey Starflower Moonchild-"
[He says, in a dreamy, sing-songy tone.]
"-don't forget about the Earthmother ceremony on Thursday night! Bring cupcakes!"
[He's going to be snickering to himself for the whole transaction now. Charles' expression was just too priceless.]
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[She was hoping for the latter. Devising methods to get out of the way of a gossiper she was roundaboutly related to wasn't her thing.]