Anthony J Crowley: Vaguely Sauntering Downward (_crowley_) wrote in snapthread,
"You do look like you could use a little extra for warming up," Anthony agreed, taking in Zira's pink, pink cheeks as well as the way the tips of his ears looked a bit red. It was a good look, like he was flushed and maybe a little breathless, but those sorts of looks usually looked better with reasons other than cold. "I've got some hot chocolate, if you like? So long as you don't mind the instant sort." It was the best he could do in his shop -- powered stuff and hot water.
He rose his eyebrow over the concept of someone needing to do research on a small town, and how life went in places like that. "Are you a writer?" He asked, because he couldn't possibly think of any other reason someone would be looking for information like that. And even looking for it, observing it was probably quite a bit different than living it. "I've been here -- oh. Nearly twelve years now? I don't keep track these days. Might as well be forever."
He slipped past his counter area to stand in front of Zira, offering his hand for a proper greeting. "Anthony Crowley. Welcome to town. Temporarily."