Who: Jefferson and Anya Jenkins When: Tuesday Afternoon Where: Magic Alley What: A present for a friend and such~ Warnings: Anya's involved, so...! Status: Closed/In-Progress
The hardships that Erin was handling lately were not lost on Jefferson. For as chatty as he could be, he was also quite perceptive. It had come with years of everything he had dabbled in during his lifetime. You had to be aware of those around you, both physically and mentally. Assuming usually got you in more trouble than you wanted after all.
Which was why he had taken some time away from the store, making sure to close it as to give Erin some time as well, to see what he could find for her co-worker.
Magic Alley had been an interesting addition to their little town and a place that Jefferson had been meaning to browse through again. Time had gotten away from him, though, and the Dome had had other plans. Such was the life of those who lived here.
Moving along one of the aisles, Jefferson approached the front counter. With his elbow resting on the surface, he gave the woman behind it a half-grin. "So, what would you buy for a young werewolf girl?" Forward and straight to the point. Jefferson wasn't always like that, but today he was feeling particularly informative.