For Michael

[anya_c_jenkins]

Anya skipped class Wednesday morning. It wasn't something she usually did, but this was important. She drove in to the shop, parking and hurrying in. With a smile at Michael, she started moving about the store, grabbing things. Herbs. Candles. Powders. Sand. Chicken feet

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[_alienated_]

Michael watches her move through the store, gathering spell components. He's worked at the shop long enough to know that these aren't just random ingredients, either.

When Anya comes back from the kitchen with a plate, and then begins to paint, he wanders over and sits down in the chair next to her.

"Whatcha doing?"

[anya_c_jenkins]

"Painting my engagement ring."

She looks up at him assessingly. He's got innate power what with the alien thing. He'll do.

[_alienated_]

He could be a smartass about it, but his curiosity gets the better of him.

"Why?" He doesn't ask what engagement ring. He's pretty sure that Ray didn't come to his senses and propose. He can't really figure out what the guy was thinking, breaking up with a chick as hot as his boss.

So he figures it has to be from her engagement to someone else. Xander, probably, since that's the only engagement he knows of.

[anya_c_jenkins]

"To do a spell to create a temporal fold to go back to Sunnydale and get it and bring it forth."

She adds a daub of paint to make it sparkle a bit.

"I need a secondary. You'll do."