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[yelloweyesdarksomething]

WHO: the Monster in the Darkness and OPEN
WHERE: Just inside the front doors of the MAC
WHEN: Saturday and Sunday afternoon
WARNINGS: adorableness?
SUMMARY: Monster is offering anybody who enters, leaves or passes by the MAC
FORMAT: TAGGER’S CHOICE



The Monster had made stew. And it was terrible. Okay, it wasn’t that terrible, but no one could say it was a particularly good bowl of stew. But it was edible! Mostly.

The problem was, he had made too much of it. If he was back home, he’d be able to eat all that stew no problem, but he wasn’t back home, and his tiny kid’s stomach couldn’t take all that stew. He kept leftovers when he made stew and lived on it for days, but today he had forgotten he already had leftovers.

The stew was hot and totally yummy, he thought, so maybe other people would like it. Yeah, that’s it!

On Saturday afternoon he grabbed the really big pot of stew (enhanced strength helps with that), and brought it to just inside the main doors of the MAC, with paper bowls. He stood by it with his umbrella and looking like a very darkness-free cheerful kid, very enthusiastically offering it to anybody who came by.

The next day he still had some left so he heated it up and brought it down again.

Comments

[hexappeal]

"Bingo. Though Rain beats snow most of the time, don't you agree?" Pretty for a while, but it gets tiring real fast. Of course, she has the advantage of teleportation and saying klawedis eb delevohs where others don't.

From what she'd been told, the young man before her (probably) isn't a threat and he seems more enthused than... considering sucking the magic out of her and wearing her body as his own or whatever the current crazy magic-type guys are into these days, so she nods. "It was, yes. Do you like magic?" She continues with a wide grin, "Actually, do you use magic? I can sense something about you, but my specialty isn't detecting the abilities of others."

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

"No! I was excited for snow and -- aw man, I haven't got to build a snowman yet..."

When was that? Ages ago, when Calvin was talking to him about snow. This winter sucked. For a moment he glared at the clouds as if it were their fault he was deprived of building a snowman, before catching on to what else Zatanna was saying.

He abruptly got fidgety, notably refusing to meet her eyes and laughing nervously. "Hahaha, me? Use magic? I can't use magic, why would I use magic? I'm just a monster, monsters can't use magic, that would be weird and might get me into trouble."

[hexappeal]

"Well, there's still time. This is a northern state, after all. Watch, mid-March we'll get a massive blizzard!" Silently, she hoped this was not true. But hey, the kid wants a bit of snow, it can't hurt, right? If it doesn't come around, she might give the City a selective case of it for a day.

Someone ought to tell him that sort of reaction was more suspicious than not (that person was not Zatanna). She, on the other hand, chooses to humor him. "Ah, well, you seem like the sort of upstanding young man that wouldn't do anything that would get him in trouble. I'm sure you'd never use magic." As tempted as she is to ask why it would get him in trouble, she chooses not to. She's trying that whole privacy and consideration upon first meeting sort of thing these days. "I'm Zatanna, by the way. It's nice to meet you."