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Teller likes routine. He thrives off it. On his way out of the apartment, he feeds the horrible cat. Then it’s off to the mailbox to pick up the shop’s mail and drop off anything out-going. Then, the bakery, where he picks up four dozen boxes of assorted doughnuts before making his way, finally, to the shop.

Balancing the pastries in his arms and holding the mail in his mouth, he barely manages to get the shop door unlocked without dropping everything. He walks inside and,

Oh, for crying out loud. This is just ridiculous.

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"Oh, gosh - um, do you need me to carry something for you?"

He might drop his doughnuts! Or his mail! Either of these would clearly be a TERRIBLE TRAGEDY!

Fortunately, the small redheaded girl who just narrowly avoided tripping over her own chair is here to help.

Teller looks down at the girl before pushing the doughnuts in her direction.

Dropping the doughnuts would indeed be a terrible tragedy.

Duck scampers obligingly over to grab the doughnuts, clutching the boxes in stick-thin arms. (She's not underfed, just gawky and preadolescent.)

"So where do you need these to go? Oh - do you want to take them to a tablef for now? Or are you going somewhere like someone's room or something?" she asks, hopping from one foot to the other to try and balance out the tottering pile as it wobbles left, then slides right.

Teller slowly takes his mail out of his mouth and looks down at the bouncing child wondering if he shouldn't just leave right now.

Finally, he decides instead to just point at a nearby table.

Ah! Good plan! Duck runs over and deposits the boxes of donuts on the table, then stands back and beams at Teller. (She didn't drop any of them! That's worthy of excitement, right?)

"Okay! What are you gonna do with all those boxes, anyway? They weren't too heavy, so that's good!"

Teller looks round, hoping to find whoever this child belongs to.

He's not really used to being around children. Especially hyper children.

Maybe a distraction is in order. So he reaches into his mouth and pulls an entire deck of cards from his mouth, one by one.

". . . ohhhhhhh!"

Duck's eyes go wide.

"Is that a magic trick? That's amazing!"

(Duck is easily impressed.)

Fin doesn't ask; on occasion he's kind enough to help out the humans he comes across.

Teller will find out momentarily that the boxes of doughnuts are levitating, as Fin watches him.

Teller nods his thanks as he removes the mail from his mouth.

With the rather large stack of envelopes on a nearby table, Teller opens the topmost levitating box of doughnuts and offers one to Fin.

Fin smiles lightly, and the doughnut promptly disappears and reappears in his hand with a nod of thanks.

Now this trick seems to catch his attention. Vanishes in plain-sight are always a bitch to pull off. But that was a really good one.

Maybe not the reaction Fin was expecting, but Teller claps.

Finvarra just laughs and gives a small bow, sitting back on the arm of the couch nearest him. The doughnut vanishes in a somewhat slower, more traditional fashion, though the next thing that appears--a smallish wyvern, enough to fit inside a cream pitcher--is a little less so.

Fin plays with it, watching it flap and land on his hand, pushing its nose into his hand, presumably in demand of affection.

Oh, Teller does animals! He coughs once, and a tarantula falls onto the table.

He seems rather proud of this.

Fin tosses the wyvern up, smiling, and claps gently in return.

The dragon decides it would rather go to Teller and chirps at him, looking for a spot to land. (Fin likes to do this to people. Especially the normal-looking ones.)

Oh, Fin. If you were looking for normal, you may want to go look somewhere else.

Teller blows on the dragon as though it were an insect. It's a very good illusion, and he rather enjoys watching it.

Eventually, he seems to get bored of it and pulls out a paper napkin from his pocket, which he wraps round his hand. He then offers out his thumb, indicating with his free hand that he wants Fin to grab hold of his thumb.

Fin raises an eyebrow questioningly, reaching a hand out towards Teller, and transfers the wyvern from where it's landed on his arm to his shoulder, where the thing noses around the shell of his ear.

He tries not to laugh as the apparent creature starts to tickle him back there, and again insists that Fin take hold of his thumb.

It's a good trick. He'll really like it.

Fin obliges, curious and willing to see where it goes.

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