Jenkins had been the -- well, not proud necessarily, but faintly willing -- proprietor of Fandom's very own magic shop for a week now, and he very nearly had the inventory completed
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"Mr. Octavian," Jenkins greeted, after giving a box of good luck charms a final warning glance and pointed finger. "I thought for certain you'd still be bogged down in the post-holiday chaos."
"If they're done well." Done well in this particular instance meaning 'frosted'. "Let me see if I can clear a space. The seance table is of the type popularized by the Fox Sisters, so it's almost assuredly a fake. . . ."
Between the Pokemon movie in Deadpool's class today and her conversation with Tip last night coupled with her research in the library today, Peridot was actually distraught enough to go wandering during her library break time to clear her head.
Wandering, in this case, led to her peering into the magic shop speculatively. She'd never been inside before, and curiosity was a powerful creature, especially on little, scientifically-minded Gems.
And so, after a few moments of watching the man inside rearranging the books through the window, she opened the door and ambled on in.
"I'm not buying any cookies today," Jenkins said, then actually, you know, looked up from his work. "And you are not a girl scout, are you." He pulled a pair of glasses from his inside jacket pocket and peered a little closer. "Are you some sort of . . . gremlin?"
"I'm a Gem," Peridot replied, squinting right back up at the man, one eyebrow raised speculatively. "The gremlins sometimes answer to me, but I'm not one."
They were all squishy and organic, for a start.
"What's a girl scout, and why would they come to a store attempting to sell anything? Isn't that... backwards?"
"One would think," Jenkins agreed. "A girl scout is a tenacious young female creature, about your height I believe. Dress primarily in shades of green. Slaves to the modern capitalist idea of the 'free market'. They wander around towns, accosting innocent adults, and try to foist their addictive cookies upon them."
Well, that explanation was needlessly hyperbolic.
"You'll pardon my confusion, gems in my experience tend to be far less. . . ." He gestured towards Peridot in a manner meant to convey anthropomorphism. "Unless -- are you perhaps a subspecies of troll?"
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When he walked through the door this time, he had two London fogs, and a bag with one lavender and lemon scone in it.
"Jenkins?"
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He held out one cup and the bag to Jenkins. "I hope you like scones?"
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Wandering, in this case, led to her peering into the magic shop speculatively. She'd never been inside before, and curiosity was a powerful creature, especially on little, scientifically-minded Gems.
And so, after a few moments of watching the man inside rearranging the books through the window, she opened the door and ambled on in.
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They were all squishy and organic, for a start.
"What's a girl scout, and why would they come to a store attempting to sell anything? Isn't that... backwards?"
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Well, that explanation was needlessly hyperbolic.
"You'll pardon my confusion, gems in my experience tend to be far less. . . ." He gestured towards Peridot in a manner meant to convey anthropomorphism. "Unless -- are you perhaps a subspecies of troll?"
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