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[shesepankh]

Saturday morning sees Bella with her notebooks about magic all in her knapsack, her medallion safety-pinned by its chain to her bra just in case she trips the wrong way, waiting with Charlie for pickup for the Avalon trip.

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[shesepankh]

"I was referring to the stand as being lemonadey in an architectural and not a flavorish way."

[castmyown]

"Well, okay, ask yourself this. If you had ultimate magical power and there are several projects to do... Would you run a stand giving out magic parlor tricks for quarters?"

[shesepankh]

"You already know what I'm planning to do on receipt of ultimate magical power, and we already know it's not being done. The lemonade stand in particular, let alone its pricing scheme, is not essential, but no flyers advertising magic lessons? No better magic shop with better, mass produced luck charms and doodads? No decent books? If there are good magi, they have found something to do that doesn't involve didacticism, business enterprise, or publication, and also isn't mysteriously solving desertification or hunger or cancer or tensions in the Middle East, and I'm at a bit of a loss."

[castmyown]

"Yeah, okay. You win. Obviously we have to show the rest of them how it's done."

[shesepankh]

"We will go down in extremely quiet Critter History."

[castmyown]

Darren giggles. "People will whisper our names to their children."

[shesepankh]

"What, just like that?" Bella mimes holding a baby. "Darren Sanders," she whispers at the mimebaby. "What an odd activity."

[castmyown]

"Yes. Just like that," he snorts. "It'll be really strange and people who don't get it will think they're insane."

[shesepankh]

"I was hoping to leave a less bewildering legacy."

[castmyown]

"Me too, but I'm not the one that makes the weird habits. I just tell them to you."

[shesepankh]

"Did you espy someone whispering names to a baby in the wild, as it were?"

[castmyown]

"... Noooo. No, I am amazing and I just know."

[shesepankh]

"Oooh, you're psychic. Predict me a thing."

[castmyown]

"Hmmmmm..." says Darren, closing his eyes and putting two fingers to his temple theatrically. "I so predict that... At some time in the future, you will be given chocolates."

[shesepankh]

"I like this prediction! It is in plenty of time for Valentine's Day next week."

[castmyown]

Darren snickers. "Yeees. Almost like I knew that, or something."

[shesepankh]

"Predict me more things. I wish to flagrantly abuse your knowledge of the future for both personal gain and altruistic purposes."

[castmyown]

"The future is cloudy today. Ask again later."

[shesepankh]

"Awwwwwwww, man." Pause. "Is it later yet?"

[castmyown]

"Nope!" says Darren brightly.

[shesepankh]

"Rats. You're not a very good magic eight ball, are you."

[castmyown]

"You've caught me! You're better off with a normal magic eight ball, really."

[shesepankh]

"They're not even really magic. You are." Pause. "Can you do useful divination spells?"

[castmyown]

"Eeeh. Maybe? Haven't tried to, I've been focusing on obsessively learning all of the runes I can before I specialize."

[shesepankh]

"Is the number of runes known to be finite?" wonders Bella.