"Tricks are things whores do for money, love." Aiden replied absently. He never much liked it when people called it a trick. Tricks didn't usually kill one's family or successfully set one's childhood 'home' on fire. They were useless that way. He popped a marshmallow into his mouth once his were done, listening to Emyli's hopeful views on the matter of his imminent unemployment. "I dunno, you don't quite scare the patrons from coming in. I might, after tonight."
Although her way to fix things did not sound so bad either, even if it did rely on his terrifying the customers. "We'll see." He said, popping a beer open on the counter. "Either way, is it closing time soon? I'll need to snuff these out and put the furniture out back. If anything, that new table and chairs is gonna come out of my paycheck. Good thing my bird's loaded."