As a kid he had one of those rabbit foot charms, like all the other kids in school, but it had been one of those cheap plastic ones with the brightly colored artificial fur on it. Had it been magically charged? Hell no. But he thought for sure it helped him get through his spelling tests. That had probably been the only time that Rex Hilts ever willingly embraced anything even remotely related to witchcraft.
To him, crystals were just fancy rocks.
He offered a hopeful smile and shrug of his shoulders. "So far so good," he reassured her. The town was no stranger to festivals and fairs and all the like, but he'd be lying if he hadn't noticed the large number of out of state plates this early in the season. "Give it time, though," the Were gave a small nod with a wink. "Alcohol brings out the best in tourists," he said dryly. His deputies would be busy, no doubt, dishing out tickets for the extreme cases of disturbing the peace and damages to property. He knew just as well as she did that tourists gave the town the financial boost needed to make it through unpredictable winters.
"If I need to I'll just come back and deputize you for the night," Rex teased, though his tone deliberately dry to feign seriousness.