Very small, Zatanna sent M'gann telepathically, knowing that the Martian girl would hear her. The books we need are in my room. I'll get them and bring them out here because no WAY is he going in there. You and Conner...I don't know, show him the "snow" channel Conner likes so much.
Despite everything, M'gann smiled faintly. Even at her most annoyed, leave it to Zatanna to quip.
"Right! So, anyways, this is the common room..." M'gann began aloud, gesturing towards the main area and inviting Klarion to follow her.
Conner kept his eyes on Klarion, before bringing up the rear. If anything, the tension seemed to amuse the witch boy. Oddly, he resisted the urge to say 'boo'. Maybe because of what he had dealt with, or for his own amusement.
Even stripped of several of his abilities, he remained a Lord of Chaos in his spirit.
Nearest to the common room Lounge, was the kitchen. The Library, locker rooms and gym, the medical bay. All very boring, Klarion well aware they weren't letting him near any of the rooms that contained personal information.
Escorted the whole time by M'Gann in front, and Conner at the rear. Teek'l seemed to have gone to sleep in his arms, and it was all too soon they were back at the Lounge. "Thank you for the tour...Miss Martian?"
Again that smile--if it was anyone BUT Klarion, that smile would be a good sight. Conner's eyes narrowed, and M'Gann's smile back was awkward, if polite. "Umm"
"I know. I'm not a guest, I'm a prisoner." Bored. Bored and boring, turning his head to give that same smile to Conner. "Do you really think I'd try something when you're glaring right at me and less than a foot away?"
Conner frowned. "Do you really think we trust you as far as far as a toddler could throw you?"
"Interesting question. Kryptonian, Martian, Thanagarian? It might depend on the toddler." Klarion chuckled to himself. "A krolotean would be interesting, except there's only one left, and he's not a toddler."
Her room wasn't far. Within earshot, if she focused her energy.
...okay, it might have required a little magic boost, which subsequently worsened her headache--and there was every chance Klarion would be able to sense the energies radiating from her spell--but it was enough to keep her focused while she searched for the books in question.
They were packed away in boxes yet unopened. Because of course they were. At least three on the far side of the room. Things she couldn't stand to leave behind, even though she still had access to her old home at her leisure. All her magic studies had come with her. Except she had yet to take most of them out, not sure how she was meant to study now without her father to guide her.
(Fate had made some half-hearted offer, but...)
"Guess now's a good a time as any," she murmured to herself as she shifted through the large texts. The bound leather covers a bit stereotypical for her tastes, but it wasn't as if she could deny their value. There were two in particular, and of course they were the heaviest ones. Over a thousand pages each, with a cover twice the surface area of a traditional modern novel.
These, she utilized another spell to levitate. Only it took two tries before the spell could work properly, despite the fact that it was a spell so easy she had mastered it by the time she was 4. Hovering out of the room, they led her back into the common area, where she heard Klarion debating over which species' toddler would be the most 'interesting'.
"He just acts like one sometimes," Zatanna replied dryly without missing a beat. The two books slammed down on the kitchen counter dramatically, and she rubbed at her temples. "He tried to drag race me before. Long story." she offered as 'explanation
Teek'l startled awake at the slam of books on the counter, with a hiss and arching her back. A hint of frown on Klarion's face as he pet the familiar's back soothingly. Not that he expected any of them to care. "I suspect appearing in drag could only improve his appearance."
Not nearly the biting sarcasm it could've been, the witch-boy heaved an internal sigh.
Conner had been about to reply but...stopped. Settling for a glare, as even he recognized that seemed to be a very weak response. But ultimately, M'Gann was right in a way. They couldn't watch him all the time without getting bored themselves. So finally, the half-Kryptonian huffed, and took a step closer to tower over the other. "Point stands, we don't trust you. You get one chance. Got it?"
Not that Klarion seemed perturbed by Superboy towering over him or the close proximity. Instead he turned his eyes to M'Gann, then to Zatanna, with an inscrutable smile on his face. Only after studying them, did he return his eyes to the other male. "I have been completely aware of what my standing is this entire time. Like it or not, for the foreseeable future we must all work-together." That smile widened. "Perhaps I'll like being a heroic type."
M'Gann was quick to step by Conner and wrapped her arms around his, pulling him back. "He's just trying to get a rise out of you, Superboy." And shooting a pleading glance at Zatanna for help when Conner grit out "...he's doing a good job." under his breath.
She paused long enough to actually break from her dull glare...to send him a raised eyebrow.
"Seriously? That's not...oh, never mind."
M'gann and Conner were murmuring something between them, at which time, Zatanna made a point of spreading out the books. One on either side. She hesitated before sitting back. Not even looking to Klarion as she offered:
"These are the oldest records my dad kept. If it's going to be anywhere, it'll be here. Or, if it's not, it might tell us where to look next."
Not exactly what M'Gann had hoped for, but it was at least a distraction. Enough for her to start leading Connor out of the kitchen, and possibly out of the lounge to calm down. Certainly she had her hands full, although she was as alert as she could be for trouble--just in case.
Except Klarion did nothing; just watched and waited for them both to be out of sight, before striding over to peruse the books Zatanna had laid out. Quiet and still as he did so, expression inscrutable and Teek'l once more asleep in his arms.
Nor did he seem bothered by any silence, letting it linger until dark eyes turned to her. Head tilting, and there's the faintest of amused grins. "It's like a stabbing, that resonates from the 3rd eye down a long the nerves and back up. Makes it harder to focus, and it's because the balance has shifted."
She spared him a glance upward, though her expression was far less amused. At first, it seemed like she was going to offer a scathing retort...but then she hesitated. Glanced back down again. Turned the page.
"Not a stabbing. At least, not there. More like a...very focused pressure."
The thought of them having even a type of pain in common was offputting, to say the least, but Zatanna couldn't deny that the most accurate information possible was needed. There could have been a passage about their symptoms.
"Some of the side notes in there are written by one of my ancestors," she added once she was sure she had calmed down enough. "In our family's tongue. If you can't read them, I'll translate."
"Hmmm? Pressure, stabbing, who knows." A shrug, and Klarion browsed the page she'd turned to. Then started speaking in perfect Italian. "Modern day or older? Perhaps a variant of regional latin, if we're going classical? It wouldn't surprise me to find your family uses codes and allusions either."
Of course he spoke Italian. She couldn't even bring it in herself to feel surprised.
"No language you've ever spoken, I'm sure." (95% sure, at least.) She continued on in Italian, her accent distinctly American but her words smooth and fluent as one who'd spoken since childhood: "Just tell me if you see anything you don't recognize."
Already, she'd come across the first of da Vinci's additions in her own searching. Nothing relevant to their current dilemma, of course. But it was the 'code' that drew her attention. Not just backwards speech, but discorso all'indietro.
"Baby magic, but the man wasn't entirely an idiot." Was all Klarion commented idly. Before he switched once more to English. "As eager as you are to have this over with, there are likely precautions you should take. If for no other reason than that magic is not reacting the way you're used to."
"You're not." Klarion replied in a sing-song-voice, his head tilted and eyes watching her. "All magic is out of balance." A few steps away, pacing and walking by the cabinets. "As much as Nabu and the others are predictable, they are necessary. Just as we Lords of Chaos are, although we're a lot more fun if you ask me."
His fingers moved, gently scritching under Teek'l's chin and around her ears. Waking her up enough, that she moved to rest around his shoulders. His pacing took him towards the stove top and oven. "Order and Chaos both are primeval and fundamental forces that compose reality. They exist along a spectrum, with neither truly prevailing over the other for long. Currently, with someone attempting to eliminate half of the balance, Magic is not behaving in it's usual patterns." Turning back to her, hands clasped in front of him up by his chest. "Where do you keep your tea kettle and supplies?"
He was right. She knew he was right. She hated that he was right. And he probably knew that too, judging from his tone.
"Above the stove." She called back, then immediately thought better and moved to stand. "I'll get it."
She didn't feel like having Klarion going through their kitchen supplies. Even if he wasn't there to booby trap anything, it was just too weird.
The kettle was an old brand, no doubt passed down from father to daughter--in fact, that was one of the only reasons she even had it. Coffee was more often her drink of choice--higher caffeine content--and tea was served only on special occasions. There was a box of herbal tea next to the kettle. Chamomile. It was loose, so she had to find the strainer in one of the kitchen drawers. It took her three tries to remember which one.
"M'gann must've moved it," she murmured to herself, half forgetting Klarion was there, as she made her way to the sink in order to fill the kettle. All steps that would normally have been done magically, but...well...
While he didn't intrude into her personal bubble too closely, Klarion was still closer than she'd probably like as he examined the loose tea. A sniff, and then the box is put back down as he watches her gather the rest of the tools.
"I dread to think you'll assume I have something up my sleeve," There was teasing in the tone, a mocking amusement. "But if you have it, I would recommend adding a pinch of Bergamot, Blueberry, and White Willowbark. It will do nothing to treat the causes, aside from aiding focus and masking the discomfort."
Reaching up, he stroked his sleeping familiar's chin gently. "And catnip, if you're intending to share."
"Fresh out of catnip. Sorry." (She didn't sound sorry at all.) "We only have one pet here, and Wolf's not much of a fan of the stuff."
The other three items, on the other hand...two of them were in the far corner cabinet, mixed in with the other spices, but the third--
"We might not have Bergamot, honest." She frowned slightly, actually surprised at the lack of even Earl Grey. She could have sworn there was some the other day, unless one of her roommates was experimenting with Earth flavors again. Or Wally was over. "But I know I have White Willowbark in my room, and there's blueberries in the fridge."
"It isn't essential. Blending them with the chamomile will help." The smile widened, still teasing and slightly smug. "If we're to be of any use, we have to be subtle, which means we do things in more difficult ways."
Then there was a chuckle and his hands rubbed together. "It should be an interesting challenge, won't it?" But business--or they wouldn't be able to function. Well, not as well as they might otherwise, and the situation was something even Klarion would consider 'dire' enough to warrant them both being able to focus. "First, we take care of the focus issues, then I suggest wards and protection, THEN we search for clues."
She did her best to ignore the smug. It was...strangely easy. Must have been all that practice.
The ingredients gathered on the table, she moved to set the kettle on the stove. It wouldn't take long to boil, and she grabbed two mugs without really thinking. Even without steeping, the faint scene of herbs wafted into the air, and she knew they would be stronger once incorporated into tea.
"I think we can manage that. But you're not warding anything. Not here." That much, she was insistent on. Though, as an afterthought--and in the spirit of...whatever their current arrangement was supposed to be...she did add: "...I will take a few suggestions, though. Well, listen to them."
Her insistence actually seemed to amuse him more than anything. A deeper chuckle, genuine actually and a faint bow of acknowledgement. "Would it help if I suggested common ways to help make it difficult for deception to prevail?"
Teek'l stayed balanced on his shoulder even in the half-bow, asleep. Klarion looked up, smile still somewhat smug. "If nothing else, the blueberries are a good first step in that direction. You were kind enough to grab two mugs as well."
"I know," she replied, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Condescending came with Klarion's very nature, but did he really think she was that new to the art? "And you were the one who asked for the tea in the first place. Getting you a mug was easier than listening to you complain about me not getting you one."
"Your kindness is appreciated, even if not entirely altruistic in nature." A dry reply, also resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "I'm sure you do, but I'm also just as certain that there are others listening besides us. We had a conversation about how far a toddler might throw someone after all."
Pausing and shifting the still sleeping familiar into his arms, stroking her fur from head to tail. Smile dropping, as his eyes regarded Teek'l for a moment, before turning back to his current-companion-in-magic. It was an oddly serious and human expression on his face though.
"If you have heal-all, ague weed, caraway seed, it would be appreciated if one of those could be steeped in a small dish of milk with cinnamon and a pinch of honey."
She shrugged, as if not only unsurprised by that, but having expected it.
"Super hearing." Was her only explanation. Because it certainly wasn't an apology. "Conner would probably be listening in even if he did trust you at all."
It had led to more than a few amusing situations on her end since moving into Mount Justice. Ones that probably should have caused her more embarrassment than the young Kryptonian, but..well...it wasn't her fault he embarrassed far easier than she did.
Recognizing the special dish as something for Teekl, Zatanna bit back some of her snappier comments and bend down to check the bottom right corner lazy suzan drawer for more spices.
"No promises, but I'll see what I can come up with."
In fact, she happened to have all the ingredients listed, and casually sprinkled them into a bowl she pulled from the upper shelves, placing it on the ground for the animal familiar to lap at her leisure. Frowning slightly when she took note of the way she was moving. Not necessarily concern, but...well...a small voice in the back of her mind wondered how badly Teekl was being affected by all this as well.
Klarion was not the type to thank people. It simply wasn't in his nature even when things weren't out of balance. But the familiar was placed down with a care that was rarely seen, and he studied her as Teek'l moved to sniff and then lap at the mixture.
Arms folding then, he closed his eyes, focusing. Teek'l paused mid-lap, looking up and still. Both of them like that for several heartbeats, before their activities resumed. "From what I can tell, we're going to have be very careful of what we say, and what we mean." Addressing that to Zatanna with that inscrutable smile again.
"Fortunately for me, I tend to mean exactly what I say," she replied back, also folding her arms. But the subsequent eyebrow raise indicated she knew what he meant, and was waiting for further elaboration before making any more comments.
If even Teek'l gave pause, then that moment of stillness must have carried far more significance than first glances let on.
Klarion gave a soft scoff, but still kept his smile. Reaching out for the mug to take a sip. "Humans think that, but then they always get upset when they get exactly what they think they want." A dry comment. "It's like the blue jeans in the bottle and granting wishes."
A soft 'mrow' from Teek'l, and his eyes whipped to his cat. "Yes, that's what I said." Wisely, the familiar ignored this comment.
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Date: 2017-11-25 03:01 am (UTC)Despite everything, M'gann smiled faintly. Even at her most annoyed, leave it to Zatanna to quip.
"Right! So, anyways, this is the common room..." M'gann began aloud, gesturing towards the main area and inviting Klarion to follow her.
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Date: 2017-11-25 03:16 am (UTC)Even stripped of several of his abilities, he remained a Lord of Chaos in his spirit.
Nearest to the common room Lounge, was the kitchen. The Library, locker rooms and gym, the medical bay. All very boring, Klarion well aware they weren't letting him near any of the rooms that contained personal information.
Escorted the whole time by M'Gann in front, and Conner at the rear. Teek'l seemed to have gone to sleep in his arms, and it was all too soon they were back at the Lounge. "Thank you for the tour...Miss Martian?"
Again that smile--if it was anyone BUT Klarion, that smile would be a good sight. Conner's eyes narrowed, and M'Gann's smile back was awkward, if polite. "Umm"
"I know. I'm not a guest, I'm a prisoner." Bored. Bored and boring, turning his head to give that same smile to Conner. "Do you really think I'd try something when you're glaring right at me and less than a foot away?"
Conner frowned. "Do you really think we trust you as far as far as a toddler could throw you?"
"Interesting question. Kryptonian, Martian, Thanagarian? It might depend on the toddler." Klarion chuckled to himself. "A krolotean would be interesting, except there's only one left, and he's not a toddler."
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Date: 2017-11-26 10:52 pm (UTC)...okay, it might have required a little magic boost, which subsequently worsened her headache--and there was every chance Klarion would be able to sense the energies radiating from her spell--but it was enough to keep her focused while she searched for the books in question.
They were packed away in boxes yet unopened. Because of course they were. At least three on the far side of the room. Things she couldn't stand to leave behind, even though she still had access to her old home at her leisure. All her magic studies had come with her. Except she had yet to take most of them out, not sure how she was meant to study now without her father to guide her.
(Fate had made some half-hearted offer, but...)
"Guess now's a good a time as any," she murmured to herself as she shifted through the large texts. The bound leather covers a bit stereotypical for her tastes, but it wasn't as if she could deny their value. There were two in particular, and of course they were the heaviest ones. Over a thousand pages each, with a cover twice the surface area of a traditional modern novel.
These, she utilized another spell to levitate. Only it took two tries before the spell could work properly, despite the fact that it was a spell so easy she had mastered it by the time she was 4. Hovering out of the room, they led her back into the common area, where she heard Klarion debating over which species' toddler would be the most 'interesting'.
"He just acts like one sometimes," Zatanna replied dryly without missing a beat. The two books slammed down on the kitchen counter dramatically, and she rubbed at her temples. "He tried to drag race me before. Long story." she offered as 'explanation
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Date: 2017-11-27 01:56 am (UTC)Not nearly the biting sarcasm it could've been, the witch-boy heaved an internal sigh.
Conner had been about to reply but...stopped. Settling for a glare, as even he recognized that seemed to be a very weak response. But ultimately, M'Gann was right in a way. They couldn't watch him all the time without getting bored themselves. So finally, the half-Kryptonian huffed, and took a step closer to tower over the other. "Point stands, we don't trust you. You get one chance. Got it?"
Not that Klarion seemed perturbed by Superboy towering over him or the close proximity. Instead he turned his eyes to M'Gann, then to Zatanna, with an inscrutable smile on his face. Only after studying them, did he return his eyes to the other male. "I have been completely aware of what my standing is this entire time. Like it or not, for the foreseeable future we must all work-together." That smile widened. "Perhaps I'll like being a heroic type."
M'Gann was quick to step by Conner and wrapped her arms around his, pulling him back. "He's just trying to get a rise out of you, Superboy." And shooting a pleading glance at Zatanna for help when Conner grit out "...he's doing a good job." under his breath.
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Date: 2017-11-27 02:30 am (UTC)"Seriously? That's not...oh, never mind."
M'gann and Conner were murmuring something between them, at which time, Zatanna made a point of spreading out the books. One on either side. She hesitated before sitting back. Not even looking to Klarion as she offered:
"These are the oldest records my dad kept. If it's going to be anywhere, it'll be here. Or, if it's not, it might tell us where to look next."
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Date: 2017-11-27 02:42 am (UTC)Except Klarion did nothing; just watched and waited for them both to be out of sight, before striding over to peruse the books Zatanna had laid out. Quiet and still as he did so, expression inscrutable and Teek'l once more asleep in his arms.
Nor did he seem bothered by any silence, letting it linger until dark eyes turned to her. Head tilting, and there's the faintest of amused grins. "It's like a stabbing, that resonates from the 3rd eye down a long the nerves and back up. Makes it harder to focus, and it's because the balance has shifted."
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Date: 2017-11-27 02:47 am (UTC)"Not a stabbing. At least, not there. More like a...very focused pressure."
The thought of them having even a type of pain in common was offputting, to say the least, but Zatanna couldn't deny that the most accurate information possible was needed. There could have been a passage about their symptoms.
"Some of the side notes in there are written by one of my ancestors," she added once she was sure she had calmed down enough. "In our family's tongue. If you can't read them, I'll translate."
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Date: 2017-11-27 02:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-11-27 03:20 am (UTC)"No language you've ever spoken, I'm sure." (95% sure, at least.) She continued on in Italian, her accent distinctly American but her words smooth and fluent as one who'd spoken since childhood: "Just tell me if you see anything you don't recognize."
Already, she'd come across the first of da Vinci's additions in her own searching. Nothing relevant to their current dilemma, of course. But it was the 'code' that drew her attention. Not just backwards speech, but discorso all'indietro.
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Date: 2017-11-27 03:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-11-27 03:30 am (UTC)"It's sweet that you're worried about me, but I'm fine."
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Date: 2017-11-27 03:46 am (UTC)His fingers moved, gently scritching under Teek'l's chin and around her ears. Waking her up enough, that she moved to rest around his shoulders. His pacing took him towards the stove top and oven. "Order and Chaos both are primeval and fundamental forces that compose reality. They exist along a spectrum, with neither truly prevailing over the other for long. Currently, with someone attempting to eliminate half of the balance, Magic is not behaving in it's usual patterns." Turning back to her, hands clasped in front of him up by his chest. "Where do you keep your tea kettle and supplies?"
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Date: 2017-11-29 02:48 am (UTC)"Above the stove." She called back, then immediately thought better and moved to stand. "I'll get it."
She didn't feel like having Klarion going through their kitchen supplies. Even if he wasn't there to booby trap anything, it was just too weird.
The kettle was an old brand, no doubt passed down from father to daughter--in fact, that was one of the only reasons she even had it. Coffee was more often her drink of choice--higher caffeine content--and tea was served only on special occasions. There was a box of herbal tea next to the kettle. Chamomile. It was loose, so she had to find the strainer in one of the kitchen drawers. It took her three tries to remember which one.
"M'gann must've moved it," she murmured to herself, half forgetting Klarion was there, as she made her way to the sink in order to fill the kettle. All steps that would normally have been done magically, but...well...
Unfortunately, he was right.
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Date: 2017-11-29 03:06 am (UTC)"I dread to think you'll assume I have something up my sleeve," There was teasing in the tone, a mocking amusement. "But if you have it, I would recommend adding a pinch of Bergamot, Blueberry, and White Willowbark. It will do nothing to treat the causes, aside from aiding focus and masking the discomfort."
Reaching up, he stroked his sleeping familiar's chin gently. "And catnip, if you're intending to share."
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Date: 2017-11-29 03:28 am (UTC)The other three items, on the other hand...two of them were in the far corner cabinet, mixed in with the other spices, but the third--
"We might not have Bergamot, honest." She frowned slightly, actually surprised at the lack of even Earl Grey. She could have sworn there was some the other day, unless one of her roommates was experimenting with Earth flavors again. Or Wally was over. "But I know I have White Willowbark in my room, and there's blueberries in the fridge."
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Date: 2017-11-29 03:34 am (UTC)"It isn't essential. Blending them with the chamomile will help." The smile widened, still teasing and slightly smug. "If we're to be of any use, we have to be subtle, which means we do things in more difficult ways."
Then there was a chuckle and his hands rubbed together. "It should be an interesting challenge, won't it?" But business--or they wouldn't be able to function. Well, not as well as they might otherwise, and the situation was something even Klarion would consider 'dire' enough to warrant them both being able to focus. "First, we take care of the focus issues, then I suggest wards and protection, THEN we search for clues."
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Date: 2017-11-29 04:05 am (UTC)The ingredients gathered on the table, she moved to set the kettle on the stove. It wouldn't take long to boil, and she grabbed two mugs without really thinking. Even without steeping, the faint scene of herbs wafted into the air, and she knew they would be stronger once incorporated into tea.
"I think we can manage that. But you're not warding anything. Not here." That much, she was insistent on. Though, as an afterthought--and in the spirit of...whatever their current arrangement was supposed to be...she did add: "...I will take a few suggestions, though. Well, listen to them."
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Date: 2017-11-29 04:09 am (UTC)Teek'l stayed balanced on his shoulder even in the half-bow, asleep. Klarion looked up, smile still somewhat smug. "If nothing else, the blueberries are a good first step in that direction. You were kind enough to grab two mugs as well."
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Date: 2017-11-29 04:23 am (UTC)Pausing and shifting the still sleeping familiar into his arms, stroking her fur from head to tail. Smile dropping, as his eyes regarded Teek'l for a moment, before turning back to his current-companion-in-magic. It was an oddly serious and human expression on his face though.
"If you have heal-all, ague weed, caraway seed, it would be appreciated if one of those could be steeped in a small dish of milk with cinnamon and a pinch of honey."
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Date: 2017-11-30 01:21 am (UTC)"Super hearing." Was her only explanation. Because it certainly wasn't an apology. "Conner would probably be listening in even if he did trust you at all."
It had led to more than a few amusing situations on her end since moving into Mount Justice. Ones that probably should have caused her more embarrassment than the young Kryptonian, but..well...it wasn't her fault he embarrassed far easier than she did.
Recognizing the special dish as something for Teekl, Zatanna bit back some of her snappier comments and bend down to check the bottom right corner lazy suzan drawer for more spices.
"No promises, but I'll see what I can come up with."
In fact, she happened to have all the ingredients listed, and casually sprinkled them into a bowl she pulled from the upper shelves, placing it on the ground for the animal familiar to lap at her leisure. Frowning slightly when she took note of the way she was moving. Not necessarily concern, but...well...a small voice in the back of her mind wondered how badly Teekl was being affected by all this as well.
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Date: 2017-11-30 01:40 am (UTC)Arms folding then, he closed his eyes, focusing. Teek'l paused mid-lap, looking up and still. Both of them like that for several heartbeats, before their activities resumed. "From what I can tell, we're going to have be very careful of what we say, and what we mean." Addressing that to Zatanna with that inscrutable smile again.
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Date: 2017-11-30 01:51 am (UTC)If even Teek'l gave pause, then that moment of stillness must have carried far more significance than first glances let on.
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Date: 2017-11-30 02:06 am (UTC)A soft 'mrow' from Teek'l, and his eyes whipped to his cat. "Yes, that's what I said." Wisely, the familiar ignored this comment.
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Date: 2017-11-30 02:23 am (UTC)"So what you're saying is that our spells are going to have to be extra literal in order to work the way they're supposed to."
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