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[aching-all-over.livejournal.com]

There is a very small witch in the bar. She has a nice new summer dress in green, and looks hungry. Shepherdessing all day will do that to a girl.

She looks around in her quiet, vaguely unsettling way, just to make sure no fairies have invaded the strange restauraunt when she wasn't looking, and wanders over to the bar.

She is, yet again, carrying the frying pan.

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[aching-all-over.livejournal.com]

"I won't kill fairies unless they try to kill me, or get into the Chalk again. That's where I live. Their Queen stole my brother once, and I hit her with this."

She listens quietly to Logan's speech. "I won't hit you unless you're a fairy, or you try to steal my brother."

[obligatoryass]

"Again, good to know. I think I can promise to leave your brother alone, as I'm not that fond of children," Logan says. "What's the chalk, though? Why would you live in a chalky place."

[aching-all-over.livejournal.com]

"The Chalk is farming country. It's built on the chalk that was the bodies of creatures that used to live there when it was covered by the sea. I'm named after it. My mother doesn't know it, though."

[obligatoryass]

Logan's head is starting to hurt. "How is Tiffany a chalk-name? Tiffany's the name of a bubble-headed cheerleader with bleached blonde hair and too much make-up, not dead sea creatures."

[aching-all-over.livejournal.com]

"Tiffan," Tiffany says, a bit testily, "Means Land-under-Wave. The Chalk was the land under the waves. And unless you haven't noticed, I am not blonde." nor does she know what a cheerleader is.

{ooc: Need to sleep . . . slowtime okay?}

[obligatoryass]

"Gotcha," Logan says. "I did notice, as I am keenly observant and so smart it hurts. Probably not a cheerleader either, though I'm not taking bets on that." Not around here, anyway.

((OOC: Slowtime is awesome. Catch you later, and I adore your Tiffany!))