Neil blinked. “That’s it?”
“What?”
“You don’t want to know more about werewolves? Like the fact they’re real? Or, or why the house is magical? Or anything?”
The menu tittered.
I AM VERY INTERESTING
I FOUGHT A UNICORN ONCE
“I’m sure Rarity was real tough! Now! All I wanna know is when I can get to gettin’, all right?” Seymour shook the wreath. “Not exactly havin’ a great day, and I’ve got bigger things to worry ’bout than some crazy magical bullshit.”
“We should probably be a teensy tiny bit concerned about, ahem, your brothers finding out about him,” Myrna said softly. “Maybe best not to mention it at all and just let him go, hmm?”
“Ma’am, you’re a goddess amongst men.” Seymour sighed in relief. “Finally, somebody is talkin’ some sense.”
“It’s too risky.” Lou shook his head. “Not until we know how he’s doing it.”
Neil scratched his stubble, musing, “Well, he did say he used to live here.”
“Yeah, forever fuckin’ ago,” Seymour insisted. “I haven’t been here since I was a kid!”
“Was your family from here?” Myrna asked politely. “One of your parents?”
“My dad. Him and my mama met ’cause she came up here to study at York-Chaney, that big fancy school.” Seymour frowned. “She never did finish, on account of gettin’ knocked up with me.”
“What was your father’s name?”
“Clancy Carver. My mama gave me her last name.”
“Oh, how progressive!”
“Uh-huh. About like how I want to be progressin’ my way to that there door?—”
The flower shop trembled.
I KNOW THE ANSWER! ME ME ME ME
“The answer to what?” Seymour clung to the counter.
TO THE QUESTION
OF HOW YOU CAN SEE THE RELIQUARY SPIRITS
There was a pause.
“Well?” Lou demanded. “How?”
ONLY IF YOU PROMISE TO LET ME WATCH THE NEW WITCH MUSICAL
“You meanWicked?” Neil grinned.
YES
I UNDERSTAND THERE TO BE NO HOUSES FALLING ON WITCHES BUT THE SOUNDTRACK IS QUITE GOOD
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