She finds that mildly irritating for a whole different set of reasons, but it's such an improvement over the alternative that she lets it be. She's very careful not to seem as though she's taking advantage of her new-found position. She demands nothing, and makes only a few careful, diffident suggestions. This will not last forever; no need to burn bridges.
And of course, whenever she receives an email from the Slayer, she responds promptly.
Unless you suspect the talisman to be enchanted with additional protections, separate from its totemic properties, it will be safe to destroy. Fire is the standard for such cases; acid will suffice for most items that are not flammable. A trip to a volcano with a group of hobbits is not required.
I'm fresh out of hobbits, so I'm glad my lighter will cut it.
Are there going to be any lingering effects on the affected girls?
She makes a little firebreak out of rocks and applies lighter to jacket.
I'm not sure I'm explaining that well. Does it make sense?
On an only loosely related note I am about set for you to know where to find me and be more easily accessible.
I appreciate the vote of confidence. (And, as I find e-mail an unreliable indicator of tone, I should add that I do mean that in seriousness.) Take your time, of course, but do let me know if I can do anything to help. For clarity, though: were you expecting 'revealing your location' to coincide with 'a Watcher being sent to you physically' or would you prefer additional time?
Do you hate travel enough that the Watcher being sent to my location could not be you?
I've always known Watching requires travel and have no objection to it. I require more packing time than most, I suppose, as I would be bringing my son. Fortunately, he hasn't yet begun school, and I'm not bound to wait till end of term.
If you or your son have strenuous objections to SoCal I will be willing to talk to somebody who doesn't and is more like you than like the first guy.
My attempt at explaining Southern California to my son have resulted in him racing around our flat shrieking 'NO MORE RAIN!'
The Watcher's Council takes over the issue of a visa; Tamara and Kevin enter on tourist visas which will be upgraded once the Watcher's Council paperwork is done, which should take a month or two. Tamara and Kevin are packed and out of their flat in a week, which Tamara is rather proud of; a week after that they're in Sunnydale, settling into a little house (that might better be called a cottage) towards the edge of the city. In between looking for jobs- a Watcher's salary exists but is unspectacular- Tamara sends an email to the Slayer, providing her new US phone number and her address.
Should I drop by or would you rather not have your kid around somebody who routinely stabs things?
You're welcome over at your convenience. I consider you somewhat the supernatural equivalent of a constable; I have no concerns about introducing you to my son.
Tamara appears at the door. She would look much more imposing if she was not covered almost entirely with flour. "I'm terribly sorry for the mess," she apologizes. "I was getting dinner ready and I'm afraid Kevin got into the flour."
"Aw, that's okay. You are not going to give a Powerpoint presentations to a lot of dudes in suits, it's just me. So, hi, I'm the Slayer, my name's Bella, say something that is not grammatically an invitation to model good habits for the little one and I will come hang."
"Hello, Bella. Lovely to meet you in person finally," Tamara says with a smile. "Kitchen's this way." She leaves the door open for Bella and turns towards a door on the side of the room.
Bella steps inside and closes the door behind her. "D'you want help with dinner? I didn't realize I'd be showing up when you were busy. I'd have been here earlier but I had to come on foot, my sister took the car home. She is not so much for the cross-country hikes because she didn't get a bundle of superpowers."
It's not a large house; by now they're in the kitchen, where they are greeted with a small, curly-haired cackling face on a creature almost entirely covered in flour. "It's snowing!" he announces. "I made it snow!"
"Kevin," Tamara sighs.
"...I knooooow. No snowing in the house," Kevin mumbles. "Hi super hero lady!"
"She's not a movie superhero, sweetheart," Tamara says, looking like she's trying very hard not to laugh. "She's the Slayer. You remember I told you about her?"
"Oh," Kevin says sadly. "So you can't turn invisible?"
"It's on the list of things for my witch sister to learn to help me with, but I can't do it yet."