laws what laws | Glowfic Constellation

"Speak for yourself," coughs Harry, who appears to have given up on liquids entirely.

"You speak for yourself," retorts Bob. "This is amazing. I'm voting for Ivy as our next President."

"Neither of us are registered United States citizens," Ivy notes, much more calmly than she has been. "Also, you are most likely a felon."

"Semantics!"

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"Now that would be an interesting trial. 'Do you, juror number eight, have any prejudices against talking skulls'."

"I demand a jury of my peers. Please remove the rest of this man's body."

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Hee hee.

"Technically in a war crimes tribunal you do not possess that right," says Ivy. "And it would most likely be held in Europe, as that is where the majority of the deaths occurred."

"Dinner table topics, Ivy," rumbles the man with the guns.

"Yes, Kincaid."

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"If people are having dinner I can get out of the way..."

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"It's shorthand for 'polite company,'" Kincaid explains. "Genocide is not an appropriate topic at the dinner table and should not be discussed at a party unless everyone's already talking about it."

"I am somewhat hungry, though," Ivy says. "Mister Dresden, do you have any food?"

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"Well..."

The doorbell rings. Harry goes to answer it, and Michael Carpenter steps inside with a delicious-smelling box. "Harry, I do wish you'd stop abusing my God-granted power to arrive precisely when I am needed for food delivery."

"You don't mean that."

"Of course I don't," Michael beams. "I have to go to Alicia's softball game now, though. Wish her luck!"

"Luck!"

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"Hit a goal!" calls David from the ottoman.

Ivy twitches her fingers and begins magically setting the table. Her spellcraft is a miracle of efficiency; the lights above do not flicker.

"Want to stay for dinner?" Kincaid grunts towards Bella.

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"...Me?"

"Sure. It's good food."

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"...Sure, thanks."

Sit.

A dinner courtesy of Charity Carpenter is had. Peace and goodwill towards mankind spreads through the participants. Afterwards, Ivy performs a single cartwheel and almost bonks her head on a chair, at which point Kincaid picks her up by the scruff of her suit jacket and places her on his shoulders, where she can do no more damage.

"Hey, Soulful," flickers Bob. "Runes?"

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"Runes!"

Downstairs again they go.

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A few days later, David clears his throat when she enters the apartment. He has a wry smirk on his face.

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"Hi, David."

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"'Lo, Bella. Just wanted to chat. We haven't really gotten the chance to talk about much aside from me conspicuously not interrogating you, you know?"

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"I appreciate the not interrogating me, it's very gracious of you."

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"Mostly just sensible, since I doubt I'd actually get anything out of it. I've been wondering, do you wear those sunglasses to avoid eye contact, or do you actually have an unpleasant medical condition?"

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"Eye contact. I have a philosophical opposition to soulgazes. They are horrible and should not happen, especially to me."

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"Mm. I'm not sure I follow; the information you get out of them trends vague enough that I don't have many qualms about them."

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"They're - they're violating. I don't mean to imply that it's competing with very much but the time my mother's hedgewitch friend 'gazed me was, in fact, the worst thing that ever happened to me, and this even though she burst into tears and told me my soul was too beautiful for words. If people want to engage in such things I'm not about to stop them but I do not so want."

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