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"Gotta say," America admitted, "books that hold like, movies in them instead of words are probably more up my alley." She laughed at the thought of it, but seemed interested despite them maybe not being the most helpful. "Just about everything like that's perspective, even if the person wrote it down all regular-like. 'Sides, I'm getting a bit of experience n'all, borrowing someone's perspective."

She grinned at Zac, letting him lead the way. "Sounds a treat. I should visit the regular version sometime, too. Been meaning to stop by." The mention of people's memories reminded her of something else.

"Oh! have you seen these bobby glowy baloony creature floating about, from time to time? I touched a couple, and they let me know little secrets." She waggled her eyebrows, "Better steer clear of those unless you want the hot gossip."

"You know there's a postman who watches your Netflix videos? And a guy licking doorknobs?" She laughed and wrinkled her nose at the memory.

"The dirty little secret sort, far as I can tell." As they walk, it's easy to see how enchanted she is with the place, grim and rainy as it may be. Her hands reach out to trace ledges and she pauses at shop windows, peering in to see whatever oddities they might hold.

"Seems thought and memory got a special hold over this place."

With a small laugh, America gave Zac a grin and raised eyebrow. "Well, we're friends right? No need to thank me for talking it up with you. Gotta say, the past stuff, I'm curious as he'll. But it's not nearly as important as the now stuff or the tomorrow stuff." She shook her head. "If there was a past me, she's old news."

Catching sight of some dust in a window corner, she moves to inspect it before moving away and on. Abruptly, she began, "Something special to you, that has meaning, something solid that'll stay with you. That's the first part of what we'd need to make you one of these," America tapped her chest. "You need something to write with, ink of sorts. And then we gotta gather some magic dust from here. The sort that might mean protection."

It looked big enough didn't it? "Yeah, that should do. If it's important to you, it'll do just fine. I got some ink in my bag, so the last thing is dust. I got some of that but..." America grinned at Zac, "let's get something more fresh. The dust you want is a special sort, not special to you but special with a meaning. The sort I got, when I gathered it, it seemed to mean shelter of a sort. I think for this, hiding and the like could probably do as well too. You can get it from places where there's flowers and birds and such things." She pauses, searching her mind for Gloom's words. "But the where isn't as important as its meaning."

With a huff of laughter, America went on, "I spent a good while thinking about the meanings of things. I've told you before, I'm not the book sorta girl. You'll probably do better figuring it out than I did."

Rocking back on her heels, she considers it the question without trying to argue about the book thing. Zac was a nice guy. The sort that wouldn't want her to feel stupid, not even a little, if he could help it.

Reaching up, America rubbed her thumb thoughtfully across the smooth stone of the brooch. "In a good hiding place." She nodded quietly to the thought. "Maybe think like something small. Something small, trying to stay safe and dry in a place like this."

"I think just about most places out of the rain got a bit of dust to 'em," America considered. "Though this place is all sorts of magic, so the only way we'll know is if we look."

"Grab it and come back." From her bag, America pulled out an empty little spice jar and handed it over to him. "I'll be scouting out a good place do it." And also work through remembering how Gloom had taught her, had helped to guide her power. In truth, she needed a few moments to relive the lesson and make sure she did this right.

With a huff of laughter, America shooed him off. "Gotta be this side, hun. Where the magic happens, right?" She wiggled her fingers with a wink.