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Edgar sat primly perched upon his seat in the audience, attention riveted to the stage even though no performers were yet visible. It had been a while since he'd had reason to leave the cozy storefront he and Makandriel operated, but the wildcat had convinced him to venture out to Mossflower for a day of browsing shops and enjoying the open air. There was a play going on today, she said, a free performance being put on. And well... he never could resist literature in any of it's forms. Unfortunately, his companion seemed to have disappeared off into the crowd as more beasts arrived. The shrew nervously tapped the digits of his paws together, taking his eyes off the stage for a moment to glance around in hopes of spotting Makandriel's frame.

As he turned his gaze back to the stage after an unsuccessful scan of the crowd, Edgar felt a small drop of liquid plip onto the top of his head. With a little frown, he reached up and brushed off his fur, looking down at the moisture on his paw before he turned to the mouse sitting beside him.

"Um, do you happen to know if it was meant to rain today? I thought it was supposed to be clearahhhhh--"

Edgar's word's petered off into a surprised little stutter. He hadn't noticed before, but his neighbor was very, very lovely. The shrew ducked his head with a small squeak, clearing his throat and trying to regain some composure. The results were debatable.

"I, ahh, sorry. Did you feel that just now? The, um. Did it start raining?"

He could feel his face heating up with each second that passed, and when she answered Edgar could only steal quick peeks over at Imogen. He couldn't quite bring himself to keep his eyes on her for too long. Staring would be rude, and... Oh! He should be paying attention to what she was saying. The shrew tilted his head up at the spotless sky as well, staring up at the distinct lack of clouds rather than the pretty mouse beside him. There. That was a safe place to look. He gave a small noise of confusion at the wide stretch of pristine blue.

"Hmm, you're right. No clouds..." Edgar blinked rapidly as a pair of paws settled on either side of his face, and his gaze was tilted briefly back to Imogen before he was once again getting a view of the the ground below the seats. The shopkeeper stuttered several false starts of sentences before he gave up, folding his paws in his lap and hoping the mouse didn't notice how much his ears were burning.

The shrew was on his feet before he was even sure of what was going on, just blindly following the tug at his paw. Paw? She was holding his paw. Edgar's heart gave a happy little flutter, and any objections he might have had died on his tongue before they could even be formed. He gave Imogen a small, bashful smile as they paused before the tree and she introduced herself. What a beautiful name to match such a beautiful mouse.

"I'm-- I'm Edgar. Good t-to meet you, miss." He nodded with the greeting, then looked up at the branches of the tree before them. It definitely looked like they had been disturbed, some of the smaller ones were cracked and broken. Reluctantly, the shrew drew his paw away from Imogen's so he could place it against the bark, leaning in to peer at it. "Ah, it does look like someone has been climbing."

Dripped something on him? Edgar's worried frown reappeared at those words, and he rubbed at the spot on his fur where the drop had hit him earlier. He hoped it hadn't been the refreshment of some playgoer seeking a better vantage point of the stage. That would mat something terrible if he didn't clean it off soon. Hopefully it wasn't anything worse than a spilled drink, either. He quickly plucked his paw away from his head, looking at it again just to make sure. Well, whatever had hit him didn't seem to be... unsavory.

The shrew was pulled from his own thoughts at the sound of a muffled thud and small "ow." Turning from the tree, he spotted Imogen sprawled on the ground, and was instantly skittering over to her side. Edgar stooped next to the fallen mouse, offering her a hand up, his expression painted with concern.

"Oh dear, a-are you alright? What happened?"

"Ah, you're welcome." There was some hesitance on Edgar's part as well to release Imogen's paw, and he reluctantly let go when she was back on her feet. She was standing close by him, though, and that was fine. It was more than fine, actually. It was... well, it was nice. It made him feel pleasantly, giddily warm all over, and he ducked his head again in a fit of embarrassment. Tucking his arms behind his back, he stared down at his toes as he scuffed them through the dirt. The shrew seemed to be so caught up in his own awkwardness that he didn't quite notice the shift in Imogen's demeanor, and answered with his own stilted reply.

"Trees. Um, a-and people dropping things from them."

Edgar blinked once, twice, shaking his head as if to clear a fog. He tilted his head curiously as Imogen passed by him and paused at the tree. Ah, right. someone had been up there and dropped something on him. He idly rubbed at the fading blush on his cheeks as the mouse examined the scene. Goodness, he'd been acting rather twitterpated there for a moment, hadn't he? The shrew gave a curious humm as Imogen settled on the ground and began to scrutinize her paw, and he moved over to stand beside her.

"Hmmm... Here, may I see?" Edgar asked as he crouched next to the mouse on the ground. His nose twitched as he examined the bit of spilled liquid. Ah, there, that was a creepingly familiar scent he hadn't noticed before. It was definitely one of the potions he and Makandriel kept stocked. Sweet berries and... oh no, it couldn't be. With a look of dawning realization he began to replay the past few moments in his head, and he glanced up at the mouse's face to find the same starstruck expression he must have been wearing just a moment ago. "Oh dear..."

"Oh, no no, I'm-- I'm fine. No need to worry. I-it's nothing dangerous. I, ah, just thought I recognized what this might be..." Ohhh, how would be the best way to explain this? Edgar fretted for a moment as he sought to find the right words. He didn't want to upset the poor mouse, she really did seem very sweet. But he knew her enamored feelings right now weren't entirely her own, and he wasn't quite certain how a smitten creature would handle being told they'd inadvertently been given a love potion. Although the dose had been very mild, and it hadn't actually been ingested. So it ought to wear off with a bit of time...

"I'm fairly certain this was a potion, actually. It's harmless for the most part, though it can have some, um, interesting side effects." There. That wasn't exactly a lie. Edgar gave Imogen a small smile and once again offered a paw to help the mouse to her feet. Looking around at the crowd once more, he noticed some of the other beasts exhibiting symptoms of the potion. The play seemed to have been entirely forgotten in the hubbub. Maybe it would be best to get out of the crowd for a while until everyone came back to their senses, and he could give Imogen time to regain her own. "Would you like to take a walk with me?"