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The Great Fishnet Misunderstanding of '11
(email log, takes place after this log)
After they'd finished their drinks and left Caritas, Dinah remembered her offer to let Harry stay at her apartment yet again. She glanced over at him, hoping that it wasn't taken the wrong way.
"My offer still stands if you want a place to stay tonight. I doubt you'll have much luck finding a new apartment until morning anyway." She gave him a small smile and thought about how very strange it was to be in this odd city, or City as the case may be, with a man who she'd just met days ago and yet he was the closest to a friend she had here. The least she could do is help him out until he could get himself set up here.
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Harry was initially skeptical, wondering about how to turn down the offer politely, before quietly and fully considering what it would mean if he did. It would mean finding somewhere else to sleep, which was already going to be a hassle, as he had no way to travel apart from his own two feet, and it was already dark. So turning down the offer seemed more and more idiotic as he thought about it.
"Only if you're sure," he said, trying to ignore the thought that he was somehow taking advantage of her. "I'm sure I could find a motel or something for a few days, until I find a place for myself."
The promise to be a proper gentleman wasn't spoken - it didn't need to be, for Harry. He would take the invitation as seriously as any from a host to a guest, and use whatever was in his power to protect her, his host, until he departed. It was as natural as breathing to him.
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Dinah nodded.
"Harry, I'm sure. I know what it's like to be temporarily homeless. Besides, you're the closest thing I've got to a friend in this strange City." She raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "And, if you do anything to offend my hospitality, you'll find out just what my Canary cry feels like."
The walk to the Sherwood Florist was shorter than Dinah thought it would be, though she wondered if it had moved on her again. Once there, she fumbled for the keys and then let them in.
Just in case Harry was still hesitant, she looked back at him and inclined her head. "Come on. There's no telling what you'll find if you go wandering around the City at this hour looking for a motel."
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The staff dropped into the crook of Harry's elbow as he lifted both hands in a show of innocence. "I know better than to offend a host," he said. "But if you do something nuts, like try and offer me a bed while you sleep on the couch, I might forget about that."
She had a good point about looking for a motel. The same one Harry had just made to himself, in fact. So, since she had invited him, Harry followed her inside. The threshold was no problem, as he was formally a guest now. In fact, there was enough of a threshold for him to work with - someone had been at home here, if not Dinah herself, and enough that this was a home, not merely a house. Within a few hours he could have some decent wards around the place... for his own peace of mind, at least.
"Do you mind a few spells around the place?" he asked. "Just for defense. Basic wards. They'll even stay in place after I leave, if you'd like." He gave a half-shrug. "Least I can do, for letting me stay here."
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After they'd finished their drinks and left Caritas, Dinah remembered her offer to let Harry stay at her apartment yet again. She glanced over at him, hoping that it wasn't taken the wrong way.
"My offer still stands if you want a place to stay tonight. I doubt you'll have much luck finding a new apartment until morning anyway." She gave him a small smile and thought about how very strange it was to be in this odd city, or City as the case may be, with a man who she'd just met days ago and yet he was the closest to a friend she had here. The least she could do is help him out until he could get himself set up here.
----
Harry was initially skeptical, wondering about how to turn down the offer politely, before quietly and fully considering what it would mean if he did. It would mean finding somewhere else to sleep, which was already going to be a hassle, as he had no way to travel apart from his own two feet, and it was already dark. So turning down the offer seemed more and more idiotic as he thought about it.
"Only if you're sure," he said, trying to ignore the thought that he was somehow taking advantage of her. "I'm sure I could find a motel or something for a few days, until I find a place for myself."
The promise to be a proper gentleman wasn't spoken - it didn't need to be, for Harry. He would take the invitation as seriously as any from a host to a guest, and use whatever was in his power to protect her, his host, until he departed. It was as natural as breathing to him.
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Dinah nodded.
"Harry, I'm sure. I know what it's like to be temporarily homeless. Besides, you're the closest thing I've got to a friend in this strange City." She raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "And, if you do anything to offend my hospitality, you'll find out just what my Canary cry feels like."
The walk to the Sherwood Florist was shorter than Dinah thought it would be, though she wondered if it had moved on her again. Once there, she fumbled for the keys and then let them in.
Just in case Harry was still hesitant, she looked back at him and inclined her head. "Come on. There's no telling what you'll find if you go wandering around the City at this hour looking for a motel."
----
The staff dropped into the crook of Harry's elbow as he lifted both hands in a show of innocence. "I know better than to offend a host," he said. "But if you do something nuts, like try and offer me a bed while you sleep on the couch, I might forget about that."
She had a good point about looking for a motel. The same one Harry had just made to himself, in fact. So, since she had invited him, Harry followed her inside. The threshold was no problem, as he was formally a guest now. In fact, there was enough of a threshold for him to work with - someone had been at home here, if not Dinah herself, and enough that this was a home, not merely a house. Within a few hours he could have some decent wards around the place... for his own peace of mind, at least.
"Do you mind a few spells around the place?" he asked. "Just for defense. Basic wards. They'll even stay in place after I leave, if you'd like." He gave a half-shrug. "Least I can do, for letting me stay here."
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