The World's Getting Weirder

Mr. Dresden, as much as we have our differences, you are always welcome to dinner. I’ll not have any friend of my husband’s starve.

*Laughs* I don’t think I could ever pass up your cooking.  That’s very kind of you, Charity, thanks.

Anytime, of course. You know what time dinner is served. And bring Molly with you sometimes, too?

You know I will.  *Smiles*  So, how’s the family?

All in one piece, and that’s all I can hope for. The younger ones keep asking about you. And it’s a little unsettling how much of you seems to be in Harry. I hope it’s not a personality passed down through Name.

Tell them I said hi, yeah?  I hope so too, for the kid's sake.  I'm sure you'd agree that one of me is quite enough.

Perhaps a small game Wizard Dresden. I do so wish to play a lovely game with you.

A…game?  What kind of game?

A delicious game Wizard. The kind with Claws and lots of running. 

*Rubs the back of his neck* You know…I’m not a huge fan of claws.  Or running.

Oh, but it is just so much more fun playing with you than with others. You fight back, and as much as I prefer the taste of younger and more tender meat I think getting to taste you would make it more worth my while. 

I think you and I have very different meanings of the word fun, Grimalkin.  As it turns out, I'm not a fan of being eaten, either.

Perhaps a small game Wizard Dresden. I do so wish to play a lovely game with you.

A…game?  What kind of game?

A delicious game Wizard. The kind with Claws and lots of running. 

*Rubs the back of his neck* You know...I'm not a huge fan of claws.  Or running.

Mr. Dresden, as much as we have our differences, you are always welcome to dinner. I’ll not have any friend of my husband’s starve.

*Laughs* I don’t think I could ever pass up your cooking.  That’s very kind of you, Charity, thanks.

Anytime, of course. You know what time dinner is served. And bring Molly with you sometimes, too?

You know I will.  *Smiles*  So, how's the family?

Mr. Dresden, as much as we have our differences, you are always welcome to dinner. I’ll not have any friend of my husband’s starve.

*Laughs* I don't think I could ever pass up your cooking.  That's very kind of you, Charity, thanks.

Perhaps a small game Wizard Dresden. I do so wish to play a lovely game with you.

A...game?  What kind of game?

Bob...a little help?

((Thanks. *she steps through the door and looks around Mac’s* Oh, wow! This place is awesome! *She traced one of the carved drawings on a pillar close to her* Very old world, yet homey. *she turned to Harry* So, dude what’s good here?))

Bob...a little help?

Bob...a little help?

((*grins* Thanks. Most people are surprise when I tell them. *shrugs* Apparently you can’t be nice, polite, and be a roller girl.*laughs* I’ve got the dyed hair and tattoo bit down now though. *she smiled at Harry* You’ll get no complaint from me. I like a guy who knows how to treat a lady. *rolls eyes* Most guys my age are immature asses.))

*Eyes her hair and laughs* I noticed.  *Runs a hand through his own hair* I have Bob to thank for this.  He “accidentally” misread an ingredient for a potion, and it very literally blew up in my face.

((*twists a strand of blue hair around her finger, glancing at his hair* I kinda like it. *crosses with Harry through the lobby rushing forward to open the front door for a bellboy with his arms full, then nods at Harry to step through*))

*Nods his thanks and exits the building, placing his hand on the door and motioning to Riley* Yeah?  Thanks!  It’s…growing on me.  Who knows, maybe I’ll keep it like this for awhile.  *Glances around*  Oh, I know where we are!  Mac’s isn’t too far from here.  Just a few blocks that way.  *He points down the street and begins walking, turning to look down at her* So how did you come across Bob?  And how do you tolerate him?

*Narrows his eyes, suspicious* What did the cat look like?  And that's really sweet of you.  I feel bad sometimes keeping him cooped up in that skull...but he causes too much mayhem when I let him out.  *Shrugs* If he can learn to behave, I'd have no problem with it.

Bob...a little help?

((*grins* Thanks. Most people are surprise when I tell them. *shrugs* Apparently you can’t be nice, polite, and be a roller girl.*laughs* I’ve got the dyed hair and tattoo bit down now though. *she smiled at Harry* You’ll get no complaint from me. I like a guy who knows how to treat a lady. *rolls eyes* Most guys my age are immature asses.))

*Eyes her hair and laughs* I noticed.  *Runs a hand through his own hair* I have Bob to thank for this.  He “accidentally” misread an ingredient for a potion, and it very literally blew up in my face.

((*twists a strand of blue hair around her finger, glancing at his hair* I kinda like it. *crosses with Harry through the lobby rushing forward to open the front door for a bellboy with his arms full, then nods at Harry to step through*))

*Nods his thanks and exits the building, placing his hand on the door and motioning to Riley* Yeah?  Thanks!  It's...growing on me.  Who knows, maybe I'll keep it like this for awhile.  *Glances around*  Oh, I know where we are!  Mac's isn't too far from here.  Just a few blocks that way.  *He points down the street and begins walking, turning to look down at her* So how did you come across Bob?  And how do you tolerate him?

Bob...a little help?

((*grins* Thanks. Most people are surprise when I tell them. *shrugs* Apparently you can’t be nice, polite, and be a roller girl.*laughs* I’ve got the dyed hair and tattoo bit down now though. *she smiled at Harry* You’ll get no complaint from me. I like a guy who knows how to treat a lady. *rolls eyes* Most guys my age are immature asses.))

*Eyes her hair and laughs* I noticed.  *Runs a hand through his own hair* I have Bob to thank for this.  He "accidentally" misread an ingredient for a potion, and it very literally blew up in my face.

Bob...a little help?

Sounds good.  *Exits the room and eyes the elevator* Mind taking the stairs?  Elevators like me about as much as I like them, and I wouldn’t want to get us stuck in there.

((Not at all. I never mind a bit of exercise.*smirks* I’m an athlete. We kinda live for that stuff. *she heads towards to door to the stairwell* It’s because of your magic right? It monkeys with the elevator’s electronics.))

*Picks up speed and beats her to the door, holding it open for her with a smile* Yeah, me and technology aren’t friends.  Anything made after the 50’s tends to go haywire when I’m around.  What sort of an athlete are you?

*Nods his head, clearly impressed* A derby girl, huh?  That's pretty badass.  *Leans over and opens the door to the ground floor for her* I'm pretty old-fashioned when it comes to a lot of my values, so if you're weird about that sort of thing, don't hesitate to let me know.  God knows Murph hates it. *laughs*

Bob...a little help?

Sounds good.  *Exits the room and eyes the elevator* Mind taking the stairs?  Elevators like me about as much as I like them, and I wouldn’t want to get us stuck in there.

((Not at all. I never mind a bit of exercise.*smirks* I’m an athlete. We kinda live for that stuff. *she heads towards to door to the stairwell* It’s because of your magic right? It monkeys with the elevator’s electronics.))

*Picks up speed and beats her to the door, holding it open for her with a smile* Yeah, me and technology aren’t friends.  Anything made after the 50’s tends to go haywire when I’m around.  What sort of an athlete are you?

Bob...a little help?

Sounds good.  *Exits the room and eyes the elevator* Mind taking the stairs?  Elevators like me about as much as I like them, and I wouldn't want to get us stuck in there.

Bob...a little help?

*His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline at Bob’s words, wide eyes falling on Riley* Hehe, yeah…he doesn’t usually have any idea what he’s talking about.  *Rubs the back of his neck sheepishly*  Again, I’m um…really sorry.

*Looks around, suddenly remembering where they were*  Oh, shit.  Yeah, I guess we should.  If you’re hungry and would like to stick around, we can head to McAnally’s.  My treat?  You can totally leave him here if you want *points at the bag*.

Great!  And I'm all for dropping him off at my place...*raises his voice* let him think what he wants.  *Chuckles lightly* Do you want me to carry that for you, *he asked, holding out his hand.*