#spigl

'he's a goof, alright.'

“Now I know it doesn’t look much...”

She holds out the little green muslin bag, dangling it for him to take. Its contents were tied shut with a golden ribbon, a small card-stock card and a tiny vintage iron charm in the shape of a pistol were threaded by the band. Printed on the card was a list of the objects seen through the transparent fabric, beside them... the explanations.

Green bag: Prosperity, abundance, health, friendship

Horseshoe charm: Luck

Vintage iron charm: Protection and strength

A piece of copper: Love and healing

Pink salt: Purification, attracts wealth

Mint leaves: Protection, luck

“Everything’s on the little card including their magical uses. You don’t have to do anything with it, I already charged it so just keep it somewhere safe and...Consider it a good luck charm.”

who is this cold… i will Destroy them for u

|| @spigl​

Her frown burrows, even more, she looked like she was about to curse him out. This ass over here, and not the nice kind of ass, was being a smart-ass. However, it was obvious how much she swallowed her anger for his ass-ery, but the only thing she could hold in was the tone of her voice rising and some unnecessary curses.

“Spike. I know how taste buds work, I think I’m good with your unnecessary explanation. I’m not bad at cooking because my buds are wonky, I’m bad because I’m clumsy and have difficulty with my coordination.”

Which could obviously partially excused by her lack of a right arm. You would think that maybe he might’ve thought of that. Maybe he has and he’s just being an ass to be an ass. He was like that, sometimes. Okay... a lot of times.

“But, you’re lucky that curry is pretty easy to make AND my family has a pretty nice curry heritage. I’m starting to think maybe YOUR buds are... because it doesn’t even SMELL bad.”

“But... if you want to starve, be my guest, I can eat this for days.”