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Zac had to give a soft laugh as he hung up the shop phone. His day was nearly over and his route back to where he was staying took him close enough that this didn’t even feel like a bother. He packaged up her books, a few on special effects and a few more kid books that had, he suspected been perhaps more important.

He gathered up Mogget and bid a good evening to those whom were taking the later shifts in the shop and made his way on foot towards the address he’d gotten by phone for Mrs Eli’s House.

The walk itself was almost soothing despite all the things that he was letting rattle around in his head. How bad could it be to deliver children books and ‘how to’ on advanced crafting techniques?

moved up to the front door and raised his hand to knock, polite but firm.

“Mmrrrrp-Ppprrrrrp?” Said Zac’s bag. Which also shifted, it’s leather flap moving and shifting to finally admit a white head with little grey ‘moon’ eyebrows to peer out. Wide golden eyes and a look of perpetual surprise

“Ah! Uh.. You don’t mind Cats do you? I um… Most people know my cat better than me. Uh…This is Mogget, He’s the popular one.” He said with a small grin. The cupcakes smelled outstanding, and he had to smile at her mis matched socks. Also, it was nice to be taller than someone for once.

He stepped carefully over the threshold He blinked at the boxes and then added. “So…do you like the town so far?”

“For as long as I can remember” He said with a small shrug and a nervous smile. “My…father stepped out of town but my mother remained.” He gave a small shrug like the history didn’t matter, when in all probability it still did on some level.
“I can vouch for our little bookstore, there is a lovely little store that sells tea and um…essences and things but I’ll admit I’m mostly interested in the tea. Um…Yeah…sorry. I mean if you want recommendations on places you can go I mean.” He added with a rub at the back of his neck.

Mogget meanwhile was squirming his way out of the bag and gripping his way up the young man’s side to perch on his shoulder, his tail curling almost into a spiral as he made small chattering sounds reminiscent of a siamese.

The cat earned a distracted scratch behind his ears.
He moved to at least stand near the chair, rather uncertain of himself it seemed.

Mogget leaned precariously forward, snuffling and nudging at her fingers, and maybe eyeing her cupcakes if butter cream or cream cheese were involved. ESPECIALLY if cinnamon was involved. Otherwise all attention would be spent on scratches and purring, very enthusiastic purring which would earn a blep-tongue of excitement.

“Er…” Zac said cautiously. “Uh…” He was now eyeing the cupcakes with caution. Why -squeamish- questions would result in them being pulled back moments after they were offered was more than a little alarming.

“N…not…exceptionally, I don;t…think. I mean, I handled things better than I thought I would have…recently. But that’s ah, that’s kinda… a long…story. Um…What does that have to do with um..” He glanced at the cupcakes and back at her and pulled his hand back to rest it safely on the side of his tipping cat.

Zac eyed the plate, and then eyed her, Mogget leaned in for the noms, reaching out a pink-toe padded foot to try and move his prey closer or at least get frosting on his toe beans.

Zac, was not so active.

“Umm… yy….no…thank you.” He said cautiously. “T…thank you though Im sure they are, wonderful and completely unrelated to anything to do with questions abut squeamishness.”

“Prrrrrp?” Said Mogget, probably meaning that he would very gladly have one, or at least the frosting off one, or three…

"Oh..." He said looking embarrassed. "Sorry. I thought..." he trailled off. "Sorry." He repeated. "Yeah, no Mogget can have...he can have some cupcake, he'll mostly mug you for frosting though. He's a brat for buttercream.

"Are some people uh... are some people grossed out by the jello or?" He eyeed the cupcake trying to match it up to the odd line of question she'd run by him before.

If she'd been trying to belay his suspicions, she succeed in raising them again. He was looking at her like he was waiting for her to grab one of the kitchen knives.

Mogget was gleefully putting a paw around her extended finger and happily lick-lick-licking and purring while he slurped up butter cream. Amusingly, the happier he was, the more his tail curled till it was like he had a fluffy corkscrew.

Zac glanced between her and the cupcakes, and arched an eyebrow at her. He was currently weighting in his head, the likelihood of being poisoned by a toddller-mom with jello-cupcakes.