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Who: OH GOD IT'S A BEAR GET IN THE CA- wait. Also you.
What: Asbjørn has taken a day off to go buy stuff for his new place.
Where: Around Griss Twist and Aspic, specifically The Bazaar. State where in your narrative or title!
When: Misdi late morning and afternoon.
Notes: None.

A sad fact of life is that while bad things happen and people can be awful to one another, life inevitably has to go on (or at least until the next citywide attack, and even then most people find a way to move on with things relatively quickly). Which meant moving, paying rent, picking up second-hand furniture and buying knick-knacks for around the house, which you weren't entirely sure you really needed but this is the first time you'd ever faced life without an IKEA kitchen starter pack.

Or at least that's how it is for Asbjørn. Today he'd struck out further afield than his new neighbourhood of Howl Barrow and he'd been ridiculously happy to find a stall in The Bazaar that sold a very similar candy to one that could be found back home. Some days you just have to take the little joys while you can.

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"Fantastic." That's said just before Cindy crushes the sweet between her back teeth. "Bored. Needed to get out to someplace other than the shoe store."

A little white lie. She's a little lonely, if that's the word Cindy will always refuse to use. With as little time as she actually spent in Fabletown, it was always there for her to come back to. There were a ton of familiar faces, liked and disliked. Here, there's maybe one or three, but only one of those people know the actual truth about who Cindy is. It's a little tiring, to say the least.

Man, she really wishes that fool she invited to her place wasn't eaten.

"You?" Cindy throws back as she leans over and peeks into his bags.

Asbjørn would empathise if he knew. While he's imbued with a large independent streak and is incredibly self-reliant (both out of necessity and nature), there are times when he feels a little tired with everything. Some days you really need to be yourself.

"Finally found a place." He is more than a little pleased with his new found fortress of solitude. "So I need kitchen crap, or else my landlord will get pissed at me making a fire in the middle of the room and cooking food on sticks." ...maybe he's done that at some prior point in life, who is to say.

Maybe one day she'll feel comfortable and safe coming out and confessing who she is. Right now, though, Cindy is playing the role of Cynthia Centrillion, the spoiled LA socialite who's fallen on hard times and has to do actual work for her money.

"Oh, you cook? When's dinner then?" Isn't it nice how she just invites herself into places? It's one of Cindy's better qualities.

Sort of like an angry cat that makes no promises not to wreck your furniture along the way. "Right now I have a sofa, a mattress and two frozen pizzas to my name." You know. The essentials in life.

"For now it's limited to fast food from street vendors." There's a little hole-in-the-wall nearby selling something that involves meat, anyway.

"Still edible." Pizza is still food and it's food she doesn't have to cook. Let somebody else do the work for once; her story depended on her doing manual labor.

Hopefully he knows what job Cindy's given him.

"If you're inviting yourself over, you can wait until I have a furnished kitchen. I don't like doing things half-assed." He never was one to give into peer pressure.

"Besides, it's only been a week of my own space and I'm normally not used to sharing." Bears, while social animals, are also extremely independent. The Inn had started to grate on his last nerve after three weeks and he hadn't quite recovered.

"I just need dinner, not a furnished kitchen." She isn't pushing; she's actually letting him have this win. For now. Next time it won't be so easy for him.

Cindy shrugs off his reasoning and continues eating her candy. She'll find something--someone--else to start trouble with.