When she opened the doorshe smiled. The place was perfect. It was small, but clean. There was a bench against one wallwith a another door next to it l...ading out the back. There was plenty of room on the floor for a mat or blanket and the leg of the workbench was perfectly placed to tie to. Rosa returned home and found a couple of old blankets to use as a mat. She also located somecord for the boys to tie her with. She took the stuff to the shed and before she left had a nicesoft mat laid out on. "Ms. Halbert," Connor's voice was oozing charm as he took a step forward and held out his hand. "I'm Connor Hawkins." He smiled and I rolled my eyes, already knowing what his smile could do to the unsuspecting."Nice to finally meet you," she said, a little breathless, clearing her throat before continuing. "Please, call me Claire. Would you like to come in?" Can't Aunt Claire," I already had my coat on and was darting around her, "we're meeting with his family for lunch." I was hoping that she. ”“Did wonder,” Morgana admitted.“They are using a standard Fae approach where the underlings negotiate, they merely observe,” Talshish added.“Doesn’t work like that with humanity ... or Mages. If anyone’s making a negotiated decision, it’s going to be me as I’m the one who gets it in the neck if it turns bad,” Morgana replied.“My Queen also believes this to be so, though delegates negotiating authority to lower orders,” Talshish noted.“I do that for Simon. I also pass authority down to the. ’ I grinned back at him as he went inside the shop, and got back on the bus, dragged myself back into my seat and nestled in, and began tearing apart my danish as the bus pulled away, tearing off one layer at a time, balancing gooey blueberries on my fingertips before licking them clean, thinking about Sacramento. I don’t know what’s there or what it looks like, but I can see why it’d be stuck in his mind. Sa-cra-mennn-to. Everybody wants to be somewhere other than where they are, I guess..