Fool's Journey

"We have, like. Ten at Joanna's already, Mischa." He chomps down a forkful of noodles. "I can ask if she can get you one that's got the taxidermied hide on it?"

 

"Oh... no I just wanted the skull." She dips a spring roll into her wonton soup. "How about a whole rabbit??"

 

"You mean. Like. Intact with meat and everything? Yeah, I could get you one, like. Within a few days?"

 

"Hell yeah!" She nods, excitement in her eyes. "I wanna make grilled rabbit and trout for Samhain."

 

"Then yeah, absolutely." He waves with his fork. "I'll go out tonight.'

 

"Sweet!! You're awesome!" She grins, "And I don't work this weekend so I'll get the fish then." She chews her wontons happily, planning the feast in her head.

 

"Sounds pretty cool. Just you two, or?" He pops a few pieces of tofu.

 

"Actually... this year we're going to a friend's place for dinner on the thirty-first. It'll be really different, but.... nice I think."

 

He grins. "Well, I hope you guys have an awesome time!"

 

"Yeah. So the usual feast for the dead plus two people." She nods. "Guy and his girlfriend. They have sooo many pets."

 

"Oh? What kind of pets?" He grins.

 

"Mostly chickens!" She mumbles with her mouth half full, then swallows. "So many chickens. It's been years since I've been able to snuggle a hen! They're so cute~"

 

"Huh. That's pretty cool. One of my friends has a bunch of chickens, too, tee bee ach." He hums. "One or two of them are actually fond of me, too, which is hella cool."

 

"Cute." She smirks. "The one hen loved me and Kainze and Henrietta is so fuckin' fluffy."

 

"Hah. Does everyone call at least one chicken Henrietta? I think Fred's on, like. Henrietta five or something, blessed be her lineage," Nick drawls, tipping his head back as he cleans off his plate.

 

Mischa stares, chewing the last of her roast duck leg slowly. "... you know Freddie?"

 

"....Freddie Ehrlich? Yeah. We hang out a lot. You've heard of him?." He cocks his head.

 

"He's my friend. He comes into work all the time and brings herbs for our 'spell satchels'. Remember me talking about the guy who smells like vanilla... that's Freddie!"

 

Nick snorts. "Hah, he doesn't smell like vanilla!"

 

She starts giggling, "Yeah anyways we're doing Samhain at his place with him and Rosie."