Monster.
Day wanted to accompany Sariel to work to help protect him, though Sariel had politely declined. This led to a plan. It wasn’t a very good plan, but Seymour had trouble saying no to Day, and he was equally concerned for Sariel’s welfare since he was still a member of a dangerous mob.
The idea was that Seymour would simply slip the Inro into Sariel’s coat the next time he got a late-night call from Lou. He’d already been a temporary owner of the Inro before, so it wasn’t as if it would be anything new. By having Sariel in physical possession of it, Day would be able to stay close and keep an eye on things.
But just in case, to be super safe and make sure Day could access her full potential and turn into a magical sword, they needed to go shopping for some magical catnip.
And there was only one place in Somerstown that might have it.
Uranian Flora, of course.
After running a few quick errands—namely, grabbing laundry detergent, popcorn, and swinging by Wendy’s for a few trays of Frosties—they headed on over to the flower shop.
Seymour was still driving his old truck, though he had paid to repair the damage Lou had left on the tailgate. The rest he’d left untouched, happy to drive it until the wheels fell off, millionaire or not. He parked along the sidewalk and patiently waited for Day’s ice cream headache to pass before scooping her up so they could go inside.
Day sat on Seymour’s shoulder, whining. “Never again.”
“Never gonna eat twelve Frosties again?”
“Well.” Day blinked. “Never going to eat them in ten minutes again.”
“Ah, fair.”
Seymour smiled as the door of the shop opened as they approached, and he strolled in, calling out, “Knock, knock!”
“Hey, Seymour! Day!” Neil waved from behind the counter, where he sat with Buffy curled up in his lap.
The menu over Neil’s head rattled noisily.
YOU DID NOT KNoCK
I OPENED THE dooR
DooR
DOOR
“Still gettin’ all that faerie outta your system, huh?” Seymour smirked. “Doin’ all right?”
I AM FINe
SHUSH YOU
BUT THANK YOU FOR CARING
“How’s it going?” Neil asked.
“Good! Sariel’s workin’, so we did some shoppin’, and this lil’ lady has a request.” Seymour approached the counter so Day could hop down. “Very important.”
Day beamed. “Matatabi!”
WASABI
“That is not what she said,” Seymour griped. “It’s this kinda Japanese catnip. Pretty potent stuff, but store bought stuff just doesn’t seem to be cutting it.”
“Oh, you need the one grown in Kunisaki,” Shiloh’s voice called out from the greenhouse. “That’s the real deal.”
“Hey, Shiloh!” Seymour waved. “Didn’t see you there.”
