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Bela arrives, moving a little more slowly than usual, but with her familiar smirk. It's been an interesting day. In the end it was a quite profitable one, even if she's paid for it in bruises.

Ghosts can be so pesky when you try to take their treasures.

Tiny tag: Bela Talbot, Cal Chandler

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Familiar face! Buffy smiles at her, and waves. Luckily, she waves with the hand not holding the pineapple smoothie, or neither of them would be smiling.

Bela smiles back. "Hi," she says. "Is that a fruit smoothie? It looks delicious."

Now that she's not as focused on terror inspired by hellhounds, she's very much like to chat with Buffy. Perfect timing!

She winces as she sits down, but hides it with a quick smile.

The rather dressed up young woman is focused enough on the toddler in her arms that she doesn't notice the other woman until she nearly runs into her.

"Heavens, oh I'm so terribly sorry."

"Pineapple," Buffy says happily. "It's citrilicious. Um, sorry." That's one of those words that's supposed to stay inside your head.
"How've you been?"

No hellhound-mouth-shaped holes, but she does look a little scraped up.

"Oh, it's fine," she says, eyes darting to the toddler. Children make her nervous.

"Think nothing of it."

"Thank you," she says.

The toddler's eyes look back at her.

"Siddey," he says, decidedly.

"Merry, be nice," says his mother.

Citrilicious? Huh.

"I've been fine, for the most part. Turns out a god-type came along and told the hellhound that was bothering me to behave. It did. Turns out as long as you feed it steaks, it can almost be helpful."

She orders her own fruit smoothie. She'd have some whiskey in, but she's in the mood for healthy.

She plasters on a smile.

"He's cute," she says. That's the kind of thing you say to parents of children.

She frowns. "Never tried that. At least my way was cost-effective."

Glancing back at Bela: "Is that -- ?" Her finger traces the location of the scrapes on Bela's face over her own, questioningly.

"Thank you," says Amy.

It's the sort of thing you say when people say things like that about your children, even if the smiles seem rather more Court like than sincere.

She shifts her son to get one hand free and offers it.

"I'm Amy, and this is Merry."

Cal is very happy to be wearing normal clothing again today. Jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. Like a normal human being.

(He has the shoes from yesterday, though. They're solid and comfortable, thick black ankle-height boots, and don't look stupid. He likes them.)

He is especially happy about all this when he sees Bela. He smiles and waves to catch her eye.

She is happy to see that he is happy.

Which is... kind of strange for her, but hey. Whatever. She waves back and heads over.

"Hi," she says, and she leans in to give him a quick kiss. Just because she can.

Then she notices the boots. These are the kinds of things she notices. "Nice boots, Cal. Did you go shopping or did the bar provide them?"

If Bar provides shoes as well as food and drink, Bela's going to be one happy lady.

"Oh, it's nothing," she says, waving her hand dismissively. "Spirits led me to a talisman of some significance. The ghost that was still haunting the house it was hidden in, and it decided to bust the place up a bit as I was locating the talisman. Just a few scrapes and bruises."

And floors giving way. Bela knows how to fall very well.

Hunh.

Jamie doesn't know the woman, but he does know the walk of ow-bruises-ow. She looks awfully chipper for someone walking that particular walk.

She shakes the woman's hand after a second of hesitation.

"Bela. Nice to meet you."

She keeps smiling.

She nods, listening.

With idle curiosity: "What kind of talisman?"

Amy's used to smiles like that. She sees a lot of them in her line of work.

"It's lovely to meet you as well," she says.

"Ishbish," says Merry.

"I believe this is traditionally the time to ask when and where you are from, and if you've been coming here long."

Bela feels someone watching her. That's the kind of thing you learn to do, if you want to live. She turns, and then she realizes the threat is likely a small one.

She gives Jamie a smile, even. Why not?

Cal smiles, pleased by both the kiss and the compliment.

"They came from the Bar. Yesterday was - very strange. Trust me, you're not sorry you missed it." Pause. "Even though you would have looked really hot."

Please pardon Cal for a few seconds; he is currently busy envisioning scantily clad pirate Bela and will get back to you shortly.

That would, he decides, have improved things a lot.

Jamie smiles back, open and cheerful and basically exuding vibes of 'nope, no threat here, no sir!', because this is also the kind of thing you learn to do if you want to live.

(Or at least not deal with a lot of painful near-death experiences.)

He lifts a stick with several marshmallows stuck on it in a salute.

"A protective one. It wards against certain types of hexes and curses. A client of mine is having a little trouble with the neighborhood sorcerer."

She laughs, a little nervously. "I'm from New York City on Earth, and it's 2005 for me. I've been coming here a few months now. And you? And, um, Merry?"

"Awkward," she acknowledges, and nods. "That sounds useful. So -- that's like your job?"

Hey, she'll play dress up if it gets her extra orgasms. All he has to do is ask!

"Oh, would I have? Do tell. I am most intrigued and sad I missed an opportunity."

She slides a chair over to sit closer to him.

"I'm from a kingdom called Ambergeldar, on a version of Earth, and it's the seventeenth year of the reign of King Algernon."

It's not a useful way of designating the year here, but it's all Amy has.

"I've been coming for, oh, years. Since I was seventeen. And Merry's been visiting all his life."

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