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[ieatcorkscrews.livejournal.com]

Anoia stepped through the door, blinked twice and sighed, "Oh dear." Clearly she hadn't meant to end up here again. But she was going to make the most of it. She was wearing this apron today, though looking a little bewildered.

She fished around in a pocket, coming up with a small corkscrew, she began gnawing at it almost nervously as she scanned the bar, wondering once again if she'd been summoned by an errant wizard who wanted to enlist her services. For what she couldn't imagine, she was just the Goddess of Things That Stick in Drawers, what use could she be to an errant wizard?

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[abs-denham.livejournal.com]

"If you're a god, how come you were summoned? I thought you could do anything."

He shrugs. "Not that I've met any apart from you. This is certainly a new experience."

[ieatcorkscrews.livejournal.com]

Another laugh, "Well, I'm just a minor Goddess. I'm not really much use to any errant wizards, unless they're trying to smite their enemies by sticking all their drawers on spatulas." A shrug, "But I suppose I just need more belief."

Whether she herself needed to believe more, or whether she needed people to believe in her was up for debate really. Probably it was a little of both though.

[abs-denham.livejournal.com]

"Well everyone's drawer does stick on spatulas from time to time. Maybe you should leave a calling card."

[ieatcorkscrews.livejournal.com]

She smiled brightly then, "But, that is my calling card." A shrug, "The rattling and swearing comes straight to me, best praise there is!"

[abs-denham.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but people don't know it's you if they don't believe in you, and vice versa. You need to advertise."

He smiles and finishes his pint.

"I have to go. I'm on an early shift tomorrow. Nice talking to you."

[ooc: Sorry so short, mun has to go to bed]