Re: [Hall Way: Delyth & Patrick]
"It is, my girl. When I was a teenager, I imagined a future of hitchhiking and traveling the world with a sack upon my back and no responsibilities. In this imagined future, I would depend entirely on the hospitality of others, and I would have been a much better traveler than Jack was." It was an old want, one that had not lasted beyond his first guidance counselor visit and subsequent sitdown from Con, but he still believed he would have liked that simple life, man. After all, he lived in the woods without electricity.
He bowed slightly to her when she opened the coffee shop door, and he did not insist they follow the usual gender roles. He walked in, and he waited for her to join him inside the familiar old place. "You know the town. That is an advantage, since its hijinx will not come as a surprise to you," he said of Repose. "The newcomers to town, they are the ones in for a shock." Repose, once you accepted the oddities (which he had refused to do for a great many years) was predictable enough that it was not particularly stressful to him as it once had been.
He laughed a companionable laugh at her obvious interest in potions; it was nice to see someone so into something, man. He ordered himself a black coffee, and motioned that she should get whatever she desired, on him, and once the witchy barista went to magic up the brew, he leaned an elbow on the counter. "The general sense of calm sounds promising. Tell me, my girl, do you think mental health can be harmed by the use of potions?"