Maggie couldn't help it. She started laughing. "Seriously? You're seriously still asking for my ID after what just..."
Shaking her head and muttering to herself, she went to the drawer under the register and rummaged through it until she found her ID from the college where she still guest taught a few of the pastry classes. She handed it over to him.
"There you go," she huffed, laughter and indignation warring for dominance. "That set your little heart to rest that I'm not some other witch roaming the street in front of my own shop?"
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Date: 2013-06-02 01:16 pm (UTC)Shaking her head and muttering to herself, she went to the drawer under the register and rummaged through it until she found her ID from the college where she still guest taught a few of the pastry classes. She handed it over to him.
"There you go," she huffed, laughter and indignation warring for dominance. "That set your little heart to rest that I'm not some other witch roaming the street in front of my own shop?"