At least they've got you to empathise with them. [Her own lazy and vague assessments of Lior can be expanded upon, later. If need be. It's not always easy to tell when an encounter might be significant, particularly when they're on a day partly set aside for not working. Or, mostly not working. In any case, later, while cleaning her urns with brass and aggravated huffing, she might ponder the minute things such as Lior's hollow eyes, his manner and the overall way he had been very easy to talk to. His casual acceptance of the absurd things she says and how that might just be a stranger being polite, but also. Maybe not.
She tries not to be so, but being a witch comes with a certain amount of genetic whimsicality and an attention span that is often occupied with a dozen or so things at once. Coffee, scones and achieving a new personal best at social interaction is a welcome, brief change of pace.
It is a brief, one though. She glances, subtly, to a clock hanging at the back of the service station and then back again. A little longer, she thinks, and perhaps the time spent hanging around Agatha's stall might be reduced to minimal bickering.]
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She tries not to be so, but being a witch comes with a certain amount of genetic whimsicality and an attention span that is often occupied with a dozen or so things at once. Coffee, scones and achieving a new personal best at social interaction is a welcome, brief change of pace.
It is a brief, one though. She glances, subtly, to a clock hanging at the back of the service station and then back again. A little longer, she thinks, and perhaps the time spent hanging around Agatha's stall might be reduced to minimal bickering.]