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[color=D5FF00]"I guess that makes sense."[/color] Still seemed like a really weird place to put a spa, let alone a successful one. The size constraints necessitated by the location alone seemed like they'd put a stop to anyone trying to build a spa. There were worse places to stick a spa in Justice, she supposed. Like right next door to that bar that got shot up yesterday. Or on the docks.

Mali looked up and down at Wayne. She still had yet to get used to the... quirks of some of the people that lived in California, although she should probably be considered one of those quirky people. With time she'd get used to it all, probably. She couldn't see how he'd get around living in Alabama, or Mississippi, or wherever Zoie grew up, assuming she went to high school in the South. She imagined that he'd stick out like a Hawaiian shirt at a funeral.

[color=D5FF00]"Pleasure,"[/color] she greeted, as she shook the older man's hand. Mentally she remarked that she didn't really mind getting bitten, but had the better judgment not to vocalize that particular tidbit about herself. [color=D5FF00]"You're in luck, my good sir. We've come here for just that purpose. Unless you wanted somebody else to take care of us, Ms. Zoie."[/color] She really had no idea what to expect from this man service-wise, but presumably he was quite skilled at his job. Unless this was just a visit with an old friend before going to see the real beautician or whatever the people who worked here were called.