Mar 31, 2012 22:31
"Bob," Harry said as he slumped down onto his beat-up secondhand couch. "I need a new coat."
"Are you finally coming to me for fashion advice? I am so proud of you for admitting you have a problem, Dresden."
"No. I mean there are giant burn holes in this coat and I need a new one and I make about 12 cents an hour so this one's gotta last. How can we make that happen? Armor spells? Magical water/slime/acid/magicproofing?"
"We can do that," Bob said. "If you buy a nice coat to start with."
"You find me money and I'll buy a nice coat," Harry answered.
"I told you to buy a Mega Millions ticket. You didn't listen. You never listen."
"Can we try and be serious for a minute? I really don't want to end up with holes in me next time I'm out there chasing after things that go bump in the night."
"Sure thing boss," Bob answered. "I'll get you some specifics in the morning. Now go shower, you stink."
At least Harry didn't have to deal with any alternate universe and/or future children this weekend. Not that he knew that. Too bad, it probably would have provided some comfort.