Log; Ongoing

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WHO: Eli and Wanda
WHERE: the MAC, then some shopping place
WHEN: Backdated to Wednesday
SUMMARY: Wanda is going to help Eli shop because he is a fashion nightmare. Or at least fashion unpleasant dream.
WARNINGS: Nothing, really.
FORMAT: quick to the point to the point no faking

[Eli was kind of nervous about going shopping with Wanda, but he tried not to let it show. It was just not the sort of thing he did. Ever. Except maybe with his mom or something, and his mom never really criticized his fashion choices. Still, he had fun with Wanda and was looking forward to that part of it.

Which was why he was on time at the ground floor of the MAC to meet with Wanda, smiling when he saw her.]

Hey there!

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[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[She glanced back at him, raising her eyebrows.]

I don't see what's not to like, really.

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[Eli gave her a look.]

You have had a hamburger before, right?

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Well.

[She slowed, not looking at him.]

Well, no.

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[Eli gave her another look.]

Seriously?

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[She gawked right back.]

Why would I lie about that?

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[Eli scratched his head.]

I... don't know.

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[Wanda snorted delicately, then turned -- the exit was approaching! Over her shoulder, she addressed the attendant.]

Would you mind passing those off to the bellman, dear?

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[Eli was a bit stunned that they would just deliver her things to her place.]

It's like you live in a whole different world when you're rich. Back in my day, we had to take our bags home with us.

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[She paused, blinking at him.]

We are. I meant the bellman here.

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[Eli nodded in understanding. That made sense.]

Oh, I thought you were going to have them sent to your place.

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...I suppose we could, but there's no doorman at the MAC to receive them. It doesn't seem very safe.

[She led the way through the front door, not pausing until they reached the sidewalk, where a uniformed man was already rushing to flag down a taxi for them.]

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No, I guess not.

[Eli was impressed that the guy was ready to flag down a cab.]

Hey, look at that, we don't even have to raise our arms.

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[Wanda laughed, casually reaching over to snag the receipts peeking from the top of one of the bags as they changed hands.]

Are you starting to understand why I prefer shopping here?

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Oh yeah, definitely.

[Eli saw her snag the receipts.]

You didn't have to do that, you know. Pay for mine.

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I made you come out here -- it's the least I could do. [Wanda grinned.] Besides, I'm the one who's going to be looking at you. Think of it as an investment in our acquaintance.

[She turned back towards the cab, eyes narrowing as she noticed something scrawled on one of the receipts.]

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Oh, I'm soooo sorry my appearance was so unpleasant to look at before.

[Eli rolled his eyes, his tone letting her know that he was joking. He saw the change in her expression and turned toward her.]

Something wrong?

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[She crumpled the receipt, scowling back towards the doors at the saleswoman's hastily retreating figure.]

Nothing.

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[Eli frowned a bit, glanced back to where she was scowling.]

You sure?

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[This time, she didn't answer, instead ducking to slide into the cab.]

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[Eli slid in after her, leaning forward to speak to the cabbie.]

The nearest Five Guys, my man!

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[Wanda blinked, then grinned when she recognized the driver as the one who'd brought them here.]

I thought we might be seeing you again.

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[Eli gave her a confused look.]

How could you possibly think he would be here, it's been hours?

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[Wanda sighed and gave him a look -- silly peasant, don't you know to over-tip the help?]

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[Eli gave her a confused look back.]

What? Maybe he had to go off shift!

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Well, that's why I said might.