have it your way, have it your way

[havethings]

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[undermyfeet]

Something like that, I guess.

[Honestly, he's not that shady, he's just not sure what to tell her.]

I'd like to think I've got minimal shade. Like a tree at noon.

[jockwitch]

Better than a tree at nine.

( Does she laugh? At her own joke? Only slightly. )

So. What do you know? Facts. Does Isaac have a last name? Or, an occupation? He's obviously not from Prague. Is he UK?

[undermyfeet]

His last name is Lahey. He's American. He works for an international ...

[Hunter outfit?]

... Business doing threat assessment.

[Yeah. That's a good cover.]

[jockwitch]

Threat assessment? That sounds very Jack Bauer meets... Jack Bauer. Is your family friend's friend part of the Queen's...

( Give her a second? )

Scotland Yard? Are you undercover? ...How old are you?

( Is he skeeving right now? )

[undermyfeet]

Not that old.

[And then he realizes how that sounds and ...]

I'm eighteen. Truly.

[But now that that's been established:]

But no, not Scotland Yard.

[jockwitch]

( Truly. Well, she can take that at face value. )

Mhm. Your tree's covering everything in shade again, Danny. ( You may want to trim it back. ) I guess my family friends have friends, too. But, small towns do that. Big European countries don't usually. ( No reason to worry about it now. ) I should let you continue your search for your needle in Prague.

[undermyfeet]

[Look, if he knew she was a witch this would be a much different story. But he'll just nod as he steps away, not wanting to feel like she's forced to share his company.]

Enjoy your trip, Elizabeth.

[But with that, he'll turn and disappear into the crowd. /scene]

[jockwitch]

( Nobody can force her to share anyone's company... unless it's school related or she's been trapped. But in these circumstances.

She... watches him go. And his accent. And he has a cute butt.

//scene whoops )