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[lore-spinner.livejournal.com]

Trickster, in a booth.

Spider, to give more of a detailed statement, is in a booth, in his usual human form.

But he's growing plants out of the tabletop, for his own amusement.

That was easy.

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[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

There is a Watcher eyeing this curiously as he walks past.

[lore-spinner.livejournal.com]

"Want one?"

Spider will share.

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Giles commented, "Er, I suppose. Thank you for the offer, but I was more curious as to how you were doing that. A form of Earth magic?"

[lore-spinner.livejournal.com]

"You betcha. Made it myself. Ever heard of Anansi?"

Spider? Arrogant?

Certainly not.

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Giles blinked, and his mind found the necessary information, "Yes, of course. The trickster god, based in West Africa." He stopped himself from saying mythology.

"A great honor to meet you then. I am Rupert Giles."

[lore-spinner.livejournal.com]

Oh, Spider knows about the stories. He's proud of them, when he isn't telling them himself.

"I am wherever I should like to be, Mr Giles, old chap. Though that was my original place of origin, indeed."

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Giles nodded, "I see. Can certainly understand why you would come here. This place would be well-suited I should imagine."