~ potion mixing ~
Harry: Bob, I need to make a potion. Something for a pretty light display on Christmas. Since I can't have an actual tree.
Bob: Now, Harry, what good is it to just make one?
Harry: Fine. We'll make two. What's the other one?
Bob: Oh, sort of a magical gift card. Something I wanna try.
Harry: Yeah? How's that work exactly?
Bob: Let's get started on the Christmas lights, then I'll fill you in on the other.
Harry: Okay. *looks up at Bob* And, Bob, where'd you get the glasses?
Bob: Dammit. Uh, they were a gift? *says with trepidation*
Harry: From who?
Bob: From whom, Harry. Please, get your grammar right.
Harry: Bob...
Bob: Oh, all right. From someone I know. Got 'em when I was out last time.
Harry: Who tied 'em on?
Bob: Potion, Harry. Add the broken-up light bulbs from that string you tried to hang last year.
Harry: Yeah yeah. So, how'd you get 'em on?
Bob: You tied 'em on last night. Don't you remember? Add the sparkles.
Harry: Okay. What next?
Bob: Snowflakes.
Harry: Right. And I didn't tie those things on.
Bob: Sure you did. You were a little tipsy at the time. Stir that up a bit.
Harry: What was the base of this one again?
Bob: Egg nog. Are you really gonna drink this?
Harry: Yeah. I'll use the staff to make the lights.
Bob: Blasting rod would work better.
Harry:: No. *stir stir stir*
Bob: Suit yourself. Start on the other one. Start with water.
Harry: Water? For a gift card?
Bob: *sighs* It's supposed to be universal. So it can be used anywhere by anyone. I know, that's kind of scary, but it's just to try.
Harry: Okay. I think I get it. So, water. What next?
Bob: Well, you got fifty bucks?
Harry: *scowls* No. I had to buy dog food. *hint of 'dammit Thomas'*
Bob: Okay, thirty?
Harry: This is gonna be expensive, isn't it? *pulls out cash and counts off $30.00*
Bob: No. The thirty just means that's how much the person can spend. No matter what they do to the potion. Now, cut up a scrap of fabric and that old gift card Michael gave you for your birthday.
Harry: This is good, Bob.
Bob: My potions always are. *smugly - sort of* Now, toss in a cash register ring and some chocolate shavings.
Harry: Chocolate, Bob?
Bob: Most universal taste I can think of. Oh, do you have any of that 'crowd smell' left?
Harry: I think so. *reaches for a jar* Is this good for a shopping potion?
Bob: Well, there's always the smell of people at the mall, especially during Christmas.
Harry: Good point. *adds the smell* What's the spirit element?
Bob: Happiness or joy. Fullfillment. Something like that. Happiness would probably work best though. Unless you have 'the thought of getting exactly what you want'?
Harry: Bob, if I had that, I wouldn't need to make a Christmas list. I'll use happiness. *adds that too and stirs*
Bob: Yeah. Right. Those are good. You need anything else, or just the potion?
Harry: Just the potion really. Unless it's okay if I rant at you a bit.
Bob: Only if it's not about Thomas. I've heard more than enough. He's only been here a week, Harry.
Harry: I know, but, my place is just so small. And...
Bob: You're not used to having to share so much of your personal space with someone else?
Harry: Yeah. *forces will into potions*
Bob: Try living in a skull with no time out.
Harry: Hey - you get to go out. But if you keep whining, I won't let you out for Christmas.
Bob: Meaney.
Harry: Okay. I won't rant, you don't complain. Deal?
Bob: Merry Christmas. Can you untie these glasses? They're starting to slip.
Harry: Yeah. Sure. *does so* Better?
Bob: Yeah. Thanks. Potions'll be done in about forty-five. Label them well, okay? And just put the gift card one up on the shelf here. I'll watch it.
Harry: Bob, you okay?
Bob: Yeah, just need some rest. Night, Harry.
Harry: Night, Bob.