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The Wedge; Hub City[/b][/u]

Karen was momentarily left silent by the man's - Clayton Toombs, apparently - introduction. It was clear that he knew who she was, given that he had found her house. Maybe she needed to put up some, like, magical wards or something? Was that even possible? Probably. You could do stuff like that in most settings with magic in them, after all. Giving him one last once over before glancing over her shoulder at Sam who, for once, didn't seem to have much in the way of answers, she thumbed over her shoulder. "Um, sure. Come in."

Stepping aside so that he could enter, she would shut the door behind him. Wouldn't want anyone peeping in on them. "Hope you don't mind if my cat listens in. You can trust her. She's magic too."

"Samantha, Rakshasa, a pleasure," the black Bombay cat bowed her head in greeting.

"Rak-wah?" Karen quirked a brow at her, choosing to fail at pronouncing it for the pure sass.

"Ask me again later."

Moving to the kitchen, Karen gestured for Mr. Toombs to sit while she made her way over to the coffee pot. Pouring him a cup, she extended it to him with a friendly smile. "Coffee? Promise I didn't hex it, I don't know how."

[@The Whacko]
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