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Harry had done a thing. This was definitely a Harry thing. If she had to guess on how much of a stupid Harry thing that Harry had done? It was definitely at about a nine, which on the Scale was akin to wearing a leather and metal bikini around a giant fugly slug creature. So, Harry had done a thing Again and she had to pick up the pieces. In her towel. Yeah, Harry had definitely done a thing worth killing for. Or at least Mom level of scary glare at him.

"And he would've gotten away with it to if it hadn't have been for those darn pesky kids, come on Obi-Wan not really getting the whole point of this little lesson!" Molly said to the air, raising her hands above her head and almost giving a couple of hey, faeries and just her kind of faeries. "You guys want to help a girl out and in return I promise I'll buy you guys a slice of pizza?"

Yeah, who was the big bad faerie tamer that would be her. Now, all she had to do was get some clothes, get her magic on and find her stupid ass Captain oh Captain. Wherever he was, he better have his damn coat on him because it was cold. And was that a door? She was definitely going to exit stage right because damn that place smelt like coffee.

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Maggie'd felt the prickle at the base of her neck that indicated a new resident, but after nearly five minutes in an empty cafe, she'd started searching the place out - the storeroom, the upstairs apartment. Nothing.

She didn't see the woman until she went back down into the cafe proper. Well, she heard her first, then followed the voice and met the new arrival at the door.

"I can't offer pizza, but I do fairly good with sandwiches," Maggie smiled in greeting.

Molly adjusted her towel, tugging it tighter around her and trying not to shiver. Fingers behind her back, she made a little sign in the air of protection before smiling at the woman. Okay, so it would be rude not to accept but you know evil sometimes wore pretty faces too.

"Okay, so what you're saying is you're offering me sanctuary or inviting me in as a guest, right? Because I'm cool with that and also the food." Molly replied. If needs be she'd just veil herself and sneak out, see she did learn some things oh Jedi Master.

Magic prickled over her skin and Maggie didn't exactly go on alert so much as she kept her guard up. "I don't know that sanctuary is quite the right word. It's been a while since we had religious or political upheaval to that level," she grinned and closed the door behind her.

"Can I get you a sweatshirt? Sweatpants? I can't imagine that towel is all that comfortable."

"I will take a small bit of food and drink first if you've got it but then I will be all about the sweats." Molly replied, trying not to make a face at this place not being sanctuary. Still there was always one way to skin a rabbit which was actually a really gross turn of phrase. Rule number one or five or maybe one through five was stay safe Molly. She had to get that safety first then clothes were a good thing. "It's really not especially since my shower was of the cold variety."

Maggie raised an eyebrow. "Cold by choice? Or did you run out of hot water?"

She walked with her to the counter then around the back to indicate the menu over her head. "Not an extensive menu, but I like to keep that part simple so I can focus on the baking part. Just let me know and I'll get that." She'd drifted the sweats down from the apartment upstairs, nodding when they settled on the stool beside her.

"Hazard of my occupation," Molly replied with a simple shrug. She glanced up, looking at the menu. Traditional, traditional, traditional what was that? Bread and water? She would kill for a really, really good cup of joe right now though. "Can we start with you know, bread and salt and water? I'll think about the rest in a minute."

The back of her neck prickled, her nose wrinkling before she glanced around looking for the source of- hey magic! Molly through up her shields thick and fast. It was only afterwards she saw the sweats and not weapons.

"You want bread, salt and water?" Maggie asked, eyebrows disappearing into her hairline.

This was possibly one of the stranger arrivals, up to and including Sam in his box--- Maggie stopped her thinking there and rerouted it. She had a new arrival, it wouldn't do for it to start raining out of the blue. "Any particular kind of bread, or salt? I have Iodized and kosher."

Molly expanded her shield out a little, veiling the magic and making it invisible and hidden. Yeah, she was gonna have a headache in the morning with this. Trust Harry to get her into trouble.

"Yep, you know the full hospitality for a guest kind of treatment." Molly replied with an easy smile. "Any kind of bread. How did you do that with the clothes?"

"All right then," Maggie nodded and pulled a bottle of water from the bar fridge behind her and sliding it over. Next she pulled a fresh loaf of honey wheat from the display and started slicing. "Sorry if I'm acting a bit odd, but in my mind bread and water is what's served to people being punished or held captive for some reason. If that's the custom where you're from, it's wrong of me to question it."

She finished slicing and put two thick slices on a plate with a small dish of whipped butter. "I'm Maggie," she said as she slid it over. "Maggie Donnelly, welcome to Faelan's Folly."

"Nope, definitely not captives. They don't tend to feed captives, you know just torture them for the fun times." Molly replied, biting her lip piercing. She took the bread, and ate and drank a little feeling a little happier about the whole guest custom. She didn't get the heebie jeebies from the woman but you never knew. And it always paid to be extra careful. "I'm Molly."

Just Molly. Names had power and yeah, she kinda was getting a bit too paranoid in her old age.

I'm working on a thing. Mostly it's a thing related to showing up here but it's also a thing centered around a thing where I eat the best donuts in Folly. I like it when two things like that mesh together and I can eat donuts while doing other things.

Mostly I'm trying to observe the arrival of Drop Ins. I want to see if I can pick up on what sort of magic it is and if there's a way to reverse it. Barring that, I'm going to try and open a portal into the Nevernever and see what happens then. Probably something terrible.

Still, I have a corner booth and I'm jotting down notes when Molly walks in. In a towel. I have to do a double-take and not because of the towel. Okay, not just because of the towel. She looks perfectly fine, not like I left her and...

"Grasshopper?"

"What did you do?" She asked, tone a helluva lot sharper than she intended. Kind of mom sharper and her mom, oh boy, could do sharp tones. For full effect though she had to do the eyebrow wiggle and the eyes that could kill, the effect of which was kinda ruined by the whole wet, naked and towel thing. "Having a nice cold shower and then there's this bam new place, new dimension? Why is there a portal in the shower? What were you doing to make a portal in the shower? Who were you-"

Scratch that last question, she really didn't know what Harry was doing with other women and portals in showers.

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"Not me, grasshopper," I said, raising my hands in a defensive gesture. I recognized that tone, not necessary from Molly but from enough women in my life, to know that she was serious unhappy. For a brief moment I had a flash of memories from another life... another city somewhere else where Molly and I-

"I got here less than a week ago," I said, cutting off that train of thought immediately as I stood up and took off my jacket for her. "Showed up all of a sudden."

"Ahuh, it's always you Obi-Wan. You're kind of a trouble magnet," Molly replied, letting her stud click impatiently against the back of her somewhat chattering teeth. Shivering as water dripped down the back of her neck, she caught a drop before it went too far and flicked it at her teacher. "Showed up all of a sudden? No warning, no sign, no nothing?"

Rolling her lip ring as she bit her lip, she grinned at him as he finally gave her his jacket. Shrugging into it, she caught the towel as it began to slip and tugged it round her. Oh yeah, she loved this jacket. Familiar smell, feel, magic, it was just Harry in one big well worn jacket. "You got here less than a week ago and you're not dead yet? Or you know seriously injured?"

"I swear, not me this time," I said. I can see why she would blame me, it usually is my fault in some way or another. Of course, now that it isn't my fault it's going to be hard to convince her otherwise. Fortunately, I'm still her mentor, so she has to listen to me. Authority does have it's perks.

"Nope, whole, hale and hearty," I told her. I'm going to hold off on telling her how I showed up here just as I died. I don't know when she's coming from and I don't want to upset her too much. "What do you remember about the last week or so before coming up here?"

Ahuh, yeah she believed that like her mom had believed Molly about her lack of piercings on anyone other than her face. There was going to be a reason they were here that all led back to Harry.

"Your brother tried to turn me into a tasty, delicious snack." Molly replied, pressing her lips together in a sarcastic little smile as she tugged his jacket a little tighter around her. Yeah, that was not a happy fun time for all. "Why? What do you remember about the last week or so?"

"Different stuff, not important at the moment," I said, waving away any other discussion on the topic. As much as I would like to be able to tell her something to prevent all of this, I don't know if it will do any good, and from what Maggie said, it won't. No sense in burdening her with any of that knowledge.

"And if not important at the moment decides to come back and bring their friends trouble, danger and 'oh god does that have tentacles or is it just pleased to see me'?" Molly asked, tugging the jacket a little closer and trying not to shiver too much. That way only led to tingling and you know bad ideas and things. Running her hand over the back of her neck, Molly rubbed her hands down her arms to try and inject a little warmth into her. "You're not telling me something."

"I'm not telling you a whole lot of things, grasshopper," I told her as I gestured for her to sit down and offered her my coffee to help warm her up. There was a lot to tell her about this but fortunately Molly being used to, well, me it would go a long way to keep her from freaking out too terribly much about things.

"You know you didn't actually respond to the whole tentacle monster creature thing and now I'm worrying you pissed off a tentacle monster." Molly replied, looking at Harry a little worried but trying to hide it. Sliding into a seat, she pulled his jacket over her bare legs before wrapping her hands around his mug. "So...? Spill Boss, what are we doing?"

"I'm watching and taking notes. You're thinking about what your first order of businesses should be and give me a rundown," I said.

It might have been a little harsh to thrust all of that on her at once, but there was no immediate threat and she had time to think through it all. There wouldn't always be that sort of time so the more used she gets to thinking through these sorts of things the better.

"Well, me? I need clothes, so we're going back to your place? You have a place, right?" Molly asked. It was Harry, of course he had a place but it still paid to check. "So, clothes and food and shelter then find a map of the city and see if we can find some kind of magic hocus pocus for why we're here. And maybe veil and see what big bad lies out at night?"

"Nicely done, grasshopper," Harry said with a nod. She really was coming along well with her studies. Living with her particular family for so long probably prepared her well for that. He was just helping her fill in the missing pieces.

"Fortunately, everything here is basically free. Maggie, the owner of the shop here, will have a key of a house for you and a change of clothes."

Molly smiled, brightening a little under the praise. Ducking her head slightly, she moved the coffee in her hand and brought it to her chest before drinking a mouthful or two. She hesitated at the idea of having her own place and looked up at Harry, biting the metal pressed against her lip.

"I don't- can I not just stay with you?" Molly asked. She was alone in some weird, weird place and she didn't want- okay, she wanted to be near him. And if she wasn't forced to stay at home with her parents well, then. "At least for now until you know I've got wards and that."

I thought about that for a moment. There was a time, in a place similar to this, where she spent a lot of time at my place. That's what I hate about memories like that. I'm sitting here talking with my apprentice who was my girlfriend in another time and place. This is just way, way too weird to deal with.

"You can stay for tonight," I said with a nod. "We can find you a place close by tomorrow."

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