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[magick-willow.livejournal.com]

*Willow walks down the stairs looking well-rested and possibly a little more tanned. She grabs a lemonade and stretches out on one of the sofas*

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[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Before long there's a blonde leaning on the back of the couch, smiling down at her. "I didn't realize that witching was such a leisurely profession."

[magick-willow.livejournal.com]

*Willow snorts and opens her eyes*

That implies that I get paid for witching...

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"So that would make you a charity witch?" Goldy proposes.

[magick-willow.livejournal.com]

Makes me a saved-the-world-several-times-and-do-I-ever-get-thanked-for-it witch.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"A true philanthropic witch," Goldy resolves with a grin.

"Do you get any tax breaks out of it?"

[magick-willow.livejournal.com]

There really isn't a form or a box to check for "Has stopped impending apocalypses...lypsi...lyp...lyp...We never did figure out what the plural of apocalypse is...

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"Well, as a rule it's one of those things that doesn't tend to happen in pairs."

[magick-willow.livejournal.com]

*She snorts again*

Does in my life...We've faced...

*She counts in her head*

At least five.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Goldy purses her lips thoughtfully.

"Simultaneously, though?"

[magick-willow.livejournal.com]

Well, no. That would be a little intense, even for us.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"I suppose a series of them still requires a plural for past tense references. Hmmm..."

She moves around the couch and perches herself on the arm above the witch's head.

"I've got nothing. How are you?"

[magick-willow.livejournal.com]

*She stretches and grins sweetly*

Happy. How 'bout you? Any unpleasant after effects?

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"From what?" she wonders, smirking. "I do a lot of things that could illicit such."

[twiststheblade]

There's a pretty little japanese girl eyeing her across the room. Friend of Goldy's. . redhead. . . that only leaves three that she knows Goldy would be that pleased to see, and she knows one by sigh and has slept with the other one. So. She must be. . .

"Willow, right?" With a riased eyebrow and a disarming smile.

[magick-willow.livejournal.com]

*Willow looks up*

Yes. Hi.

[twiststheblade]

"I'm Miho," she grins.

"Nice to meet you."

[magick-willow.livejournal.com]

Miho...

*She searches for the name*

Goldy's Miho?

[twiststheblade]

There might be a slight smirk greeting that question.

"You could put it that way, yes."

[magick-willow.livejournal.com]

I didn't mean any offense.

*Her eyes are very wide*

[twiststheblade]

This is a smirk, Willow. You've seen cats with cream on their whiskers, right? She looks a lot like that.

"None taken."

[magick-willow.livejournal.com]

It's nice to meet you.
Goldy...you...she doesn't talk about you much but what she says is good.

[twiststheblade]

"Everything she's said about you has been good," she says, still grinning.

"How was Rome?"

[magick-willow.livejournal.com]

It was beautiful. I don't get to just see the city very often, because I'm so busy. With my job. With computers. Which I'm very good with. So I do that. For a living.

[twiststheblade]

"Oh, really?" Miho looks interested. "Big silly things that look like freezers?"

[magick-willow.livejournal.com]

What? No. I don't do industrial work. Personal computers.