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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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"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.

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