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Maya stood back up and set a pair of saddlebags on the bar counter. "Got your potions. Psychedelics are the pink ones, sex change is white. Also...
"Alright, cool." Maya took the card and swiped it before sliding it back to her. She gave Saber a bottled cider before going beneath the counter....
"Ten per psychedelic, fifteen per sex change, that comes to fifty Bits. That okay?" She put her hoof up on the card.
"Hurting innocent ponies," Maya replied. "Like actually bad stuff, not legally bad stuff."
"Depends on the potion," Maya told her. "Anything that changes your body lasts about three hours. If it makes you trip, I usually design it to...
"Tell you what." Maya leaned in closer to Saber. "Sex change, insane psychedelic, shapeshifting, name an effect, I can brew it. Explosives, too,...
Skydust tilted his head. He quietly spoke, "Why in the world would work require you to chew on ponies? If I may ask, of course."
"Yep." Maya took the tape back under the counter. "So Saber, you seem pretty chill. Interested in any potions with legally questionable effects?"
"Here." Maya reached under the counter and tossed Saber a roll of duct tape.
She shrugged. "Good question, hon." She turned to Architect. "Before I forget, there's no weapons allowed here. Put the sword back, dude, please."
Maya perked up. "That sounds bucking rad, dude! TARDIS... Sounds like it'd be an acronym for something. Travels through timespace, right? Time...
"Just a comment," Azrael replied plainly. "The hay's a TARDIS?" Maya asked curiously.
"This one sure rambles a lot," Azrael commented.
Skydust leaned in to talk to the wolf. "I think you may be the first timberwolf to not mistake me for a chew toy. I appreciate that."
"She wants cider, dearest," Skydust told Maya. "Oh! That." Maya took the required bits, poured a mug of cider and slid it over to her. "Since when...
Skydust glanced at the timberwolf as she walked in. Azrael looked at her strangely. "...the hell?" Maya smiled at the big timberwolf. "Never had a...
"Eh, close enough. Your drinks are free," Maya told Saber. "Happy super late birthday."
"Oh, hey, Saber, welcome back!" She happily poured the mare another cider and slid it to her. "Tell me, is it your twenty-first today, dude?"
Maya took the card and walked over to the register, holding it lightly in her teeth. She took it in her hoof and slid it through the card reader...
"You've still gotta gimme the card so I can swipe it," Maya told Architect.
