[ She considers, for a brief second. It's probably not in the way way back, but it's also not going to be up here with the more mundane magic books, either. She casts a furtive glance at the (currently empty) register.
Well, this guy seems to know what he needs. And he did say he's not planning on cursing the PTA or anything. Ash would probably sell to him, right?? ]
I think it's this way.
[ She beckons him to follow her, towards the back! ]
So... I know Ash can be a little... [ "bit of an asshole"-- no, let's find a polite way to say this. ] particular about which books he sells. This isn't gonna cause any trouble, is it?
Great! [ He still thinks it might be a problem. Ash doesn't... exactly like him. Then again, Ash doesn't exactly seem to like much of anybody. ] Culinary Curses. [ A beat, then he adds, for completion's sake: ] A Kitchen Witch's Guide to Spellcraft.
So... How do you know Ash? Or is that complicated, too?
[ She nods at the title again, freezing in place when he asks her how she knows Ash. They haven't, precisely, defined their relationship beyond... beyond caring for one another very much. She doesn't want to start any rumors that might come back to haunt him. So she takes this about as carefully as she can. ]
Ash is... someone very important to me. It's not really much more complicated than that. I just like to help here, sometimes, so he can take a break or two.
[ She turns to face him, a bright smile on her face. ]
I'm Dahlia, by the way. I forgot to introduce myself earlier, I'm sorry.
[ That really sounds like code for "We're fucking," which Jeff immediately decides isn't his business, because he doesn't want to know about Ash's personal affairs (though his mind does, briefly, wonder about the 'why's and 'how's of it, since Dahlia seems so sweet and pleasant, while Ash is... you know...), so he just... smiles and nods. YUP. OKAY. MOVING ON. ]
No-- sorry, I also forgot-- [ He offers his hand for a proper shake. ] Jeff. It's good to meet you.
[ She takes his hand, her grip just shy of firm. ] It's nice to meet you too.
[ She turns again, back to scanning the stacks, casting a small charm to help her find what she needs. She starts walking slowly, her finger brushing the spines. ]
Are you from here?
[ Her own accent marks her as a northerner, but she can't quite place his. ]
[ Jeff follows, watching her curiously. That quick spell she casts seems a bit out of place here, like a little beacon of light magic... ]
Huh?
[ OH. She asked a question. ]
Oh. No. I'm a West Coast transplant. [ Which might make a few things click together now that he's admitted it. Like, say, the reason why he may give off "aging surfer" vibes. ] Judging by your own lack of a drawl, I'm guessing you're no more a local than I am.
[ God, Salem. He went there once. A Halloween road trip to play at some dive when he was 19, youthful dark witch cliche that he was at the time. His hair... Jeff almost winces at the memory. ]
Aw, that's nice of you to move with him.
[ And he says that with 100% sincerity. I have to specify, because every other character I play would only say that sarcastically.
ANYWAY. Jeff returns her smile. ]
Me neither. I'll take any Georgia summer over a New England winter.
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Well, this guy seems to know what he needs. And he did say he's not planning on cursing the PTA or anything. Ash would probably sell to him, right?? ]
I think it's this way.
[ She beckons him to follow her, towards the back! ]
What's your daughter's name?
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[ Best dad ever. ]
That's not what we named her after.
[ IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING. ]
So... I know Ash can be a little... [ "bit of an asshole"-- no, let's find a polite way to say this. ] particular about which books he sells. This isn't gonna cause any trouble, is it?
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[ She'll take care of it. Don't you worry about a thing, Jeff. ]
What was the title again?
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So... How do you know Ash? Or is that complicated, too?
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Ash is... someone very important to me. It's not really much more complicated than that. I just like to help here, sometimes, so he can take a break or two.
[ She turns to face him, a bright smile on her face. ]
I'm Dahlia, by the way. I forgot to introduce myself earlier, I'm sorry.
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No-- sorry, I also forgot-- [ He offers his hand for a proper shake. ] Jeff. It's good to meet you.
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[ She turns again, back to scanning the stacks, casting a small charm to help her find what she needs. She starts walking slowly, her finger brushing the spines. ]
Are you from here?
[ Her own accent marks her as a northerner, but she can't quite place his. ]
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Huh?
[ OH. She asked a question. ]
Oh. No. I'm a West Coast transplant. [ Which might make a few things click together now that he's admitted it. Like, say, the reason why he may give off "aging surfer" vibes. ] Judging by your own lack of a drawl, I'm guessing you're no more a local than I am.
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I'm from Salem.
[ And she hurries to tack on: ]
But I think I'm more at home in Savannah than I ever was there! My brother moved here a few months ago, and I decided to join him.
[ She grins at him, over her shoulder. ] I'm not really a big fan of snow.
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Aw, that's nice of you to move with him.
[ And he says that with 100% sincerity. I have to specify, because every other character I play would only say that sarcastically.
ANYWAY. Jeff returns her smile. ]
Me neither. I'll take any Georgia summer over a New England winter.