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"But you're going to have to get used to this, Price. This is what I do."
"I have some dresses for you," she said easily, looking over her shoulder at the door. "In my cart."
"I can tell. We're going to make you some tea."
The spirit began to leaf through the books. "Almost two years now, hm? That's a long time. You love her very much, it would seem." He paused,...
He exhaled. "Fine. Not tonight."
Aubrey had entered. She was now wearing practical trousers and a blouse. "Good evening, Ms. Rohesia," she said primly.
She frowned, crossing her arms. "That's not how relaxing works, Zad."
The spirit shrugged, standing up and moving to one of the bookshelves. "Fine then. I suppose I'll just have to read for myself." She studied...
He laughed slightly. "I can handle myself, Price."
Later that evening, the bell tolled in Avice's shop.
Addie frowned. "Zad, you're supposed to be relaxing."
She looked at him thoughtfully, kissing the tip of his nose lightly. "Tell me, Sam. How long have you known her?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Yes...?"
(Zoop?)
She opened the door, peering in.
"It is," she agreed, slipping into his lap and holding his face in her hands. "I'm just surprised."
"There's more stuff to be done. Besides, we haven't done any scouting recently."
She grinned before leaving the shop. "I'll be in touch!"
"Right. People learn their abilities here," she said, knocking on Zad's door.
She flushed in surprise. "You're being awfully affectionate this morning." "Am I really?" the spirit asked. "That's depressing."
