She's gonnnaaaaa fiiiiind youuuuuu (Les, backdated to pre date)

[callmeemily]

Raleigh, when she's on a mission, is something to be feared.

And right now? On a mission. She's got a cake box, she's got a notebook, and she's got a pen - and she's looking for Les. She knows what he looks like, but she doesn't have a last name, or an address, or anything - but she does have the fact that he could drop $35 on pastries without even blinking, and that's why she's got the cake box.

She's sitting outside the police station watching the world go by, until - there. There he is. She knew she'd see him sooner or later, and thankfully it's sooner. Standing, she moves towards him and then approaches him from the side as he walks down the street, clearing her throat. "Hi. Uh, I know this is weird, but... do you have a second?"

Because she's got a proposal for him.

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[callmeemily]

Her brows furrow, and her pen just... stops, as he talks about dragons. About the hydra. "For something as big as a hydra," she says seemingly off-handledly, even though she is only thinking about Jason, about him saying how powerful somebody would need to be to actually disintegrate a person. "You'd need somebody pretty powerful, right?"

She glances up, her brows high. "Other things? Like other food?" Because of the wink, she doesn't know if he means what he actually means.

"Selkies, pookas, brownies - and you never answered if witches have familiars."

[lesparker]

"Exactly." He jabs at the cake with his fork. Someone powerful.

"I'm about to eat this entire cake? You really think I can't be bought out with other food?" he asks, shaking his head. "Gimme a jar a pickles, and I'll tell you whatever you want to know. Oh! And peanut butter." He stuffs more cake into his mouth, thinking the only thing that would be better was if he had pickles right now.

He chews listening to her reading off the rest of her list until he waves his fork at her. "Pookas? I don't even know what the hell that is? Did you find this list on the internet or something?" he asks. "Look, every witch's powers are different. A witch could have a guide or a familiar if that's how their powers work. Just like some witches have a cat form. I don't have either."

[callmeemily]

"Peanut butter and pickles? Are you sure you're not pregnant?" She grins as she says it, actually teasing him even as her mouth curves up at the corner, scribbling herself a note.

She stops, though, and it's weird. It's weird, because she never thought she'd just... know something, know something magical that a witch doesn't, and she can't stop the well, duh tone in her voice. "A pooka's a ghost horse. Well, sort of. It's a shapeshifter that brings either good or bad fortune with it." She did look at the internet for a lot of it, but pookas and selkies and banshees and the like were the stories her mother told her when she was little.

"Seriously. I just don't want to be all 'Oh, no, werewolves aren't real' and surprise! You know?"

[lesparker]

"Shut up. It's good. Don't speak of what you do not know," he exclaims because why were people always judging his tastes in food. Whenever he ate around Riley or Alfie, the two just had made these faces, like judging faces.

When she explains the pooka, Les literally chokes on his cake from laughter because he doesn't know what it is about Emily that he finds hilarious. She is so extreme. "If you see a ghost horse, just let me know ok? That would be brilliant." He coughs a little, catching his breath. "Why does it matter so much if it's real or not?"

[callmeemily]

"Just for you, I'll try it." She means it, even though she sort of stares at him a little, because that mix - peanut butter and pickles, that's literally what is like, Generic Pregnancy Craving all up in a nutshell. If it sucks, she's going to blame the witch thing. Magic makes your tastebuds weird, maybe.

The glare when he starts laughing and chokes is pretty epic. "I'll let you know," she says tightly. "And it matters. It matters, because- because. Because now if I see something weird, maybe instead of being all, 'Oh, what's that', I'd just be like... 'Hey, maybe not.' You know?" It made sense to her. It made so much sense that Raleigh made him a freaking cake. "It matters," she said again, more definitively.

[lesparker]

Les takes a few more bites from his cake, thinking over her objections, but in the end, he just shrugs at her. "You're gonna go exhausted if you spend too much time trying to figure this town out. It's got secrets buried upon secrets. Just when you think you know it all, a hydra pops up," he explains. "You may wanna just learn to roll with it." That's what he did. Just like he didn't realize there were secret tunnels stretching for miles underground with secret rooms and dead bodies until a couple weeks ago. Siren Cove was a mystery even to him, and he'd lived here since birth. You just learned to live with it.

[callmeemily]

She looks at him for a long second, before she realises he's right.

He's right, and that's why she swaps tactics. She hesitates, then takes a deep breath. "Okay."

And then- "Okay. So.... rolling with it, but... I guess then-"

She pauses. "What are you the most scared of? Supernatural things, I mean. Because I guess that is what's important." Not if things existed, because he may or may not know, but either way - there's a set of things that are important. What's going to eat you in the night. That kind of thing.