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Toby slept most of the way from wherever it was Mr Venom picked him up until they reached the farm, and even then, he was still pretty groggy. The washroom was pointed out to him (and what a wonder that is, all shining and clean and good clean hot water right there without having to pump it or heat it on the fire or anything), and Toby did manage to scrub the mud off his face and shuck the outermost, muddiest layers of his clothes.
The kitchen seems like the best place for him, but when he finds it, he decides that it, like the washroom, is too posh for him to use much unless he has to or he's told to. Besides, there's not a proper fire going anywhere in the kitchen, and if there's one thing Toby really wants to find, it's someplace warm. A lot has happened lately-- too much to really, really take in, even-- and if he could just find somewhere warm and easy to sit for a while, to think things through... well, it can't hurt and might help.
He figures, though, that nobody's going to miss just one apple from the bowl, not if what Mr Venom told him about how many people live here is true.
If someone should wander in to tell the lad otherwise, he'll be most appropriately shamefaced-- especially since he's already taken a great big bite out of it.
((The usual note about spoilers applies-- let me know whether you want them or not or don't care.))
The kitchen seems like the best place for him, but when he finds it, he decides that it, like the washroom, is too posh for him to use much unless he has to or he's told to. Besides, there's not a proper fire going anywhere in the kitchen, and if there's one thing Toby really wants to find, it's someplace warm. A lot has happened lately-- too much to really, really take in, even-- and if he could just find somewhere warm and easy to sit for a while, to think things through... well, it can't hurt and might help.
He figures, though, that nobody's going to miss just one apple from the bowl, not if what Mr Venom told him about how many people live here is true.
If someone should wander in to tell the lad otherwise, he'll be most appropriately shamefaced-- especially since he's already taken a great big bite out of it.
((The usual note about spoilers applies-- let me know whether you want them or not or don't care.))
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Yeah, Lucy knows what it's like to lose someone.
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There might be an underlying note of still-slightly-confused anger, but hey, it all happened very recently.
"This is your world, then? Miss Jona explained that much to me." Hullo there, subject change, how nice to see you at a time like this. Probably.
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Like a mother to her: Renee, whose claw-carved gravestone Lucy still visits, up in what's left of New York. And Anne, out back of the house in a little overgrown part of the field.
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"S'pose you know how to work the oven, then?" It's a hopeful sort of question, if also slightly doubtful-- she's the lady of the house, and it's a fine house, she probably doesn't need to know how to work the oven. "I'm happy to cook for folk, only there's no fire in."
And he's not dumb enough to try to build one in there, either.
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"This," she says, tapping the appropriate dial. "It turns. Further around, more heat, after you wait for the oven to catch up."
...what? Lucy totally knows how to cook. Or at least how to help Anne cook, and that's the same thing, isn't it? Yes. Right. Mmhmm.
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But he pays completely rapt attention. "Like stoking the fire, then," he guesses. "What's all the numbers for?"
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She really doesn't know much more than that, alas.
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Or let it go totally cold so it doesn't make the kitchen stifling all day! WOW.
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She doesn't really get the attraction. It's an oven, for heaven's sake. You cook things with it.
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She can understand that.
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Also, at some point her apple core has vanished into the trash, to be replaced by... well, a second apple.
Lucy doesn't face strangers without food. Recipe for disaster, that.
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It could be considered a personal question, but speaking of things that seem like magic, well, Toby heard a rumor.
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Headtilt.
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The question is apparently, "Really a dragon?"
He's twelve. That's pretty neat, if it's true.
It may be neater than the magic oven of awesome.
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"Have? No. Dragon? Yes."
She makes sure to keep her teeth covered when they lengthen into fangs and scales flow over her skin like ink over paper. People don't generally react well to the other self's smile.
And Lucy only stays dragon long enough to blink once before the spill reverses and she's an ordinary girl again.
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"Cor." Totally not a servant. Dragon = lady of the house. ... Dragon Lady of the house! OMG awesome! Scary-awesome, but awesome! He's twelve. There's still just enough sense of wonder left there for a dragon to be awesome before it's scary.
Wait for it.
Boy, he hopes she doesn't eat nosy little boys.
There it is. But she hasn't eaten him yet.
"Reckon I'll have to tell Miss Jona she was a bit off, there."
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And hey. Hasn't eaten him yet.
Might not ever, come to that.
(Might.)
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"Are you a witch, miss, or just a..." he waves a hand. What's a good word for what she just did? "Dragon... lady?"
If she's a witch, witches are much more awesome than anyone told him.
And keep cleaner kitchens.
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Well, it's closer than witch, at least. And a fairly apt description.
(...Lucy has never been considered this awesome before! At least not so soon into a meeting. She's starting to warm to Toby a bit.)
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Maybe it's the ones who don't look monstrous you have to watch out for. Maybe it's just that the teeth are right there so you know where you stand, instead.
Maybe it's just nice to have his life not being actively threatened by someone with ready means to take it and dispose of the body.
"Cor. That's somethin', ain't it?"
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Beam! (With utterly normal teeth, thank you. At the moment.)
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... ooh! Maybe she saw Lucy flying! Toby's gonna ask so hard the next time he sees her.
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Slightly smug, that. Flying is fun!
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