“You’ll be lucky enough if I’m home often enough to cook you anything your heart desires this winter,” Remy smirked, seeing right through Jane’s silly exaggerations, “But yes, I am very blessed to have a roommate who buys me ugly sweaters and burns pasta without intending to,” The young chef went to help Jane untangle lights, a warm smile on his face at the familiarity. Of course, lights and trees weren’t exactly common for Hanukkah either, but it seemed the roommates were going to have fun balancing traditions this entire December while sharing their home together, “Well… I’ve never cut down a tree before?” He wasn’t opposed to the idea, it was only that he had no idea where to start, “Isn’t it going to be rather messy? We’ll have to clean up needles all the time. But then again, I guess we need someplace to put all these decorations?”

Jane let out a sigh, “sounds like I might actually have to try and make friends then huh?” Sitting down with a huff as she focused on the knots in the lights as Remy held the other end. “You are, don’t forget that” she said a small smirk reforming on her lips. “Come to think of it, I haven’t either, my dad always just opted for the fake tree, said it was easier.” Shrugging Jane’s smirk turned to a hopeful smile, “I’m sure we’ll be able to figure it out. And sure, it’s messy but I promise to clean up after it, feed it, water it, everything you have to do to take care of a tree. I pinky promise.” She begged him like a child asking her parents for a puppy.

                  she wasn’t afraid to leave the shop unsupervised and spend her time in the back. even if she didn’t always hear the front door opening, she could feel people’s presence and one must be out of their mind if they tried to steal from a witch. particularly from her. helen was looking at her tarot cards, reading for herself when she heard the front bell. she rose from her seat and made her way to the door that led her to the shop, her careful eyes falling upon the potential customer.    “    may i interest you in some crystals or spells ? perhaps a reading ?    ”    she asked, taking a seat at the main desk and supporting her chin with her thumb and index as she spoke.    ( @fantasiafallsstarters​ )

“Girlie, I’m with ya!” Jessie exclaimed, her own tongue burning only second after the dirty-blonde in front of her made the same mistake. The cowgirl reached for her water bottle in a pinch, glugging down the liquid that might bring a cool sensation back to her tongue. Jessie was all about good ol’ homestoyle cornbread - but this definitely wasn’t homestyle. At least not Jessie’s home, “Here, baby, I got you,” She wiped the spout off before handing the water bottle over with a slightly still-pained smile, “Whoever’s been doing the cooking here has some explaining to do!”

Anya gave the other a thankful smile when she held out the bottle, glad both for the bit of relief headed her way and that she wasn’t the only one who though the cornbread was out to kill the people’s tastebuds. Taking a swig out of the water bottle Anya immediately felt some relief wash over her. “Thank you so much” Anya sighed before handing it back, “I’m Anya by the way, figured you should know who you lent your bottle too, and who you caught dancing like a chicken with it’s head cut off.”

Remy had been busy as a bee the entire night - thankfully, his little booth was doing good business, so it was worth all the investment he’d made in the long run. For the time being through, the young chef was rather exhausted, stuck in a booth with a hot popcorn machine all night and having his mind pulled all different ways by customers. He hadn’t even noticed the young man swipe a bag from his booth before the chase had already begun - that dark-haired girl who had been looking moody all night, was she some kinda undercover cop? Despite being light on his feet in the kitchen, Remy had barely even stepped out of his booth’s little gate before the girl was dragging the culprit back to pay for what he’d stolen.

As Remy made eye contact with the thief though, he only let out a soft sigh. There had been a time in his own life where him and his brother might’ve done the same thing for a little extra food - how could he punish someone for doing the same? “Uh, I gave it him! It’s… fine, no harm, heh?” Remy quickly excused the thief, though the lie didn’t sound convincing at all. Gingerly, the young chef approached and detached the girl’s hand from where it had clawed into the thief, allowing him to break free and scurry into the night, “It’s all of a few dollars, no big deal.”

Cassandra had no sympathy for anyone who broke any law, no matter how small it was. Being raised by a man who was suppose to enforce the law but only spent his time breaking it, by exploiting her none the less made for a toxic relationship with the rules of the world. Seeing the man only let the thief go free caused her to roll her eyes. A frustrated sigh slipped from her lips as she watched the petty thief run away. Popcorn boy was going to lose a lot of money if he kept this up. “A few dollars can add up, besides then he’s never going to learn. First it’s popcorn and then what?” Shoving a hand in her back pocket Cassandra pulled out a wad of cash, throwing it in the tip jar. “Keep giving out handouts like that and you’ll need this more than me.” 

            WHEN CASSANDRA INSULTED him, calling him a fabio wannabe, flynn gasped in deep horror. his hand moved up to cover his heart, clutching at his shirt. “ fabio wannabe ? now that is just downright mean, cassandra. even for you. “, he replied, narrowing his eyes a little as he looked the girl straight in the eye. her assumption caused a smirk to grow on his lips. “ no, i don’t. so it is your lucky day cassandra, i am all free for you. all evening. and if you are even luckier, i m i g h t even consider winning you a teddy bear. “, the man teased her, eyebrows wiggling in a challenging manner. clearly, he was not planning on winning her anything – he wouldn’t waste his money on cassandra. 

The older woman was someone Kiki picked out of the crowd easily, happy to see a familiar face. Kiki used to watch her train from the sidelines whenever she stopped by for a delivery. She had always admired Cassandra a little bit, she was always so confident, never one to hold anything back. All the things the dark haired girl really wasn’t. “Cassandra, it’s good to see you!” A wide grin plastered across her face as she walked over without hesitation. “We’re all making do with what we can, no shame in that. Though I’m sure I can get you a potion if you’d like.”  

“Good to see you too, honestly it’s good to see any familiar face around here. I don’t understand these Rome Pine people and if I’m being honest I don’t really care enough to try to.” Cassandra shrugged not really caring if someone overheard her opinions of her new neighbors. “That’s fair” she stated as she took another swig now knowing Kiki wasn’t judging her coping technique. “You know, I just might take you up on that offer. How’s the whole business going in this new place? Hopefully not losing any business, or supplies or anything.”

            AS SOON AS flynn spotted cassandra in the crowd, a grin appeared on his features. while he had only met the woman recently ( she was from pastoral city, after all ) it had become pretty clear from the very first conversation they held that neither of them was too fond of the other. she had a very big personality, quite c o l d if you asked him, and even worse than that was that the woman did not seem to buy any of his bullshit. but of course, he would not miss out on an opportunity to rile her up a bit. “ also good to see you, cassandra. “, flynn spoke, still smirking as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “ i just wanted to say hi – don’t say you aren’t happy to see me. i can see in those dark, cold eyes you are just thrilled. “, he teased.

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