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Anise shoots Christopher’s stomach a look as it interrupts her. It’s not that she’s angry at it or anything - that would be silly and ridiculous and childish - but it does mean that they are going to have to put this conversation on hold and Anise is going to have to haul her clock and her wheelbarrow along with them while Christopher went and fed himself. At least, she would have to haul the wheelbarrow. The clock - more of a pocket watch really - would easily fit in one of the pockets of her overalls.

“Hungy,” she repeats in her own way, smiling at the sound and the feel of the word. It’s a good thing Anise has regular access to the internet and all its weird little memes; she finds a lot of them feel really nice to say. “Well, I have...at least one answer. The wheelbarrow,” she says flatly, pointing at the bright red thing balanced before her, “is filled with mushroom spawn.” There were several little brown paper packages, each with the scientific and common name of the mushroom spawn it apparently contained. “Didn’t want ‘em to suffocate, so- paper. Not jars. This clock is, ya know, for keeping time. Case my phone dies.” Which it sometimes did since Anise isn’t terribly good at keeping it charged up.

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Christopher and Dionysus both flop down on the benches outside the roller rink, exhausted from a day of skating for hours and hours and teaching and monitoring and more skating. The god hadn’t realized how much of a workout it would be to skate around all day when he had signed up for the job. It’s not like he regrets it, more that he hadn’t been anticipating it and was decidedly not in shape for it. But he’s been getting a little better at the latter, if slowly. It does mean that he has to eat even more now if he wants to keep his halo of chub tucked safely around his body.

Something thumps softly against Dio’s shoulder and he hums a laugh when he realizes its Christopher’s head. The poor kid must be especially beat today if he’s using Dio as a pillow right now.

“C’mon Bri, let’s go get some pizza or somethin’.”

Dionysus waits a moment but Christopher doesn’t respond, and the god leans awkwardly to check on the other only to find out that Christopher has, in fact, fallen asleep right then and there.

“Bri. ‘Ey, Bri. What-?”

The man had said he had wanted to join Anise while she went hunting for wild, late-autumn mushrooms in the forest, but now he doesn’t seem to be paying much attention at all. Which would have been fine if she hadn’t needed him to help her hold something while she cleared some humus away from what appear to be Velvet Foot mushrooms. But in the early evening twilight, she needs an extra pair of hands to hold a flashlight while she makes sure her find is the edible Flammulina velutipes and not its toxic lookalike, Galerina marginata.

As such, she had begun flashing her flashlight on and off slowly in what she had thought to be Christopher’s direction to get his attention, but when she flicked the light on, there was no sign of her friend at all.

“Bri! Where’d ya go? I need hands, Bri.” Despite the fact that a touch of grumpiness creeps into her voice, Anise can’t deny the uncomfortable feeling that Bri might not be along with her anymore. That would be bad for at least one of them, if not both. For all she knows, Christopher might be lost in the woods somewhere, maybe hurt or stuck. Or, if he had decided to simply go home, that would leave Anise alone in a darkening forest that is known for its none-too-friendly creatures. Sure, Pan lives here, but Pan is no guarantee that some night creature isn’t going to come hunt a stick-thin little girl for sport.