Shady

“That’s fine.” He nodded. “I trust you not to gip me.”

“Eh…” he munched on the cookie, then shrugged. “I dunno. You know what we’re gonna be up against; pay me what you think is fair.”

“Sounds good.” Aeron nodded. “I’m reasonably certain I can figure the roof out, but I’ll keep you in mind if not.”

“That’s fair,” he allowed with a nod, reaching for one of the cookies. “My roofs been leaking for a while anyway — maybe I’ll just make it harder and figure ...

“On and off,” he admitted, gently sitting down in a nearby chair. “Usually keep it straight retro when I’m traveling to be safe… but I’d like to get back to ...

“Ooh!” Aeron considered for a moment. “Ginger biscuits sound lovely.”

“Oh, uh, heh.” He smiled sheepishly, turning back towards her. “Sure. I’m all stomach, my Ma used to say.”

Aeron shuffled towards it, but waited to be invited to sit down. Never could be too careful in a witch’s house. Not that he thought she was unstable and would ...

“Apple, please. And yes with honey.”

“What are the options?” He bent and pulled off his own boots, then sat them neatly next to hers and followed her towards the kitchen.

Aeron hesitated just inside, glancing around to take it all in. He had had no idea what to expect from Tove’s home, and yet this still somehow was exactly right. ...

“Hah!” Aeron smirked and tied Aenyra off then followed her.

“Aww this is cute!” He swung down off Aenyra and patted her neck.

“Hey now.” He furrowed his brow but it was playful. “My brain is fully developed.” Gods help them all if this is where he peaked.

He puffed up, proud that he’d gotten a few years in her estimation. “Twenty-five.”