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019 ± [location: langwe & gale's] [visual: for Tony] down to a science

As it was on most days (barring apocalyses) the workshop was open for business, a handpainted sign over the door inviting one and all to pop in for all their mechanical needs. Of course social calls were also more than welcome, as the shop provided a much more informal setting than the Northern Island.

Today, however, Glitch actually did have some business to attend to and so sent a locked video message to one Tony Stark.

"Hi Tony, it's Glitch." As opposed to one of the other zipperheads in Taxon. "I I think I've got something with the compound, but we won't know for sure without some more testing. Think you can stop by?"

ooc: Open post for all your Glitch needs! The rest of the staff may or may not be present at Cheryle and Emma's discretion.

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DG turned her head when Glitch spoke, grinning at him. It was true. She was becoming more comfortable with her magic now. Of course, she had lots of gaps in her knowledge, but Piper and Tara had been invaluable and the fact that her powers would help her defeat the witch - when they got back to the O.Z - spurred her on.

"I'm just practicing."

"Nothing wrong with that," Glitch said with a shrug. "I mean, I know that if I could make things come to me with a wave of my hand, I'd be doing it all the time."

And his pockets would hold an even bigger magpie's collection of miscellaneous shinies.

"Your pockets aren't big enough to cope with that, Glitch," DG pointed out, with an affectionate laugh. She'd been thinking along the same lines. Glitch had many endearing features. His magpie-like tendencies happened to be one of them.

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"It'd make emptying them more interesting," Glitch remarked, almost absently, then laughed and shook his head. "O-or I could add more pockets."

"If you ever emptied them," she pointed out. She could easily imagine Glitch replacing everything he managed to remember to remove.

"I think I'm ready to try something new," DG added, turning the screwdriver over in her hands. She just wasn't sure what.

"Ha!" Glitch shot back. "That's to give you something to do when you're borrowing stuff." All part and parcel of DG having her choice of his wardrobe. Yes, even the coat.

He perked up at her next statement and tilted his head to study her, trying to figure out the context. "Oh? Magically or mechanically or..."

DG grinned at that. (It was the only reasonable response.) Most of his clothes were safe from her, although shirts and similar items disappeared from his wardrobe from time to time.

"Magically," she answered, still turning the screwdriver over and over. Not quite nervous but not quite sure, either.

"Oh," he said again, because magic almost instantly put him out of his depth. Still he smiled, got to his feet, and wandered over to crouch beside her. "Well, there is a lot you need to learn with that, but you've got good teachers with Tara and...and Piper." He nodded and touched her arm. "Anything you set your heart to, you can do, I know it."

"And I've got you to keep an eye on me," she pointed out, placing her hand over his. DG knew that she would have been lost without Tara and Piper's help. They'd been friends as well as teachers. But she wouldn't have minded seeing Tutor again.

"Ditto," he replied with a flick of his eyebrows. Arguably he needed supervision more than she did.

On the subject of magic, though: "I'm gonna ask Tony to come by later and see if the compound is going to work. I'm hoping the galindium will do the purifying on its own but...it might need some guidance. Magical guidance."

There was no point arguing with that. Really, they both had moments were they needed supervision. More or often than not, they simply had moments were they needed to know that somebody was there.

"Magical guidance?" she repeated, feeling, as she often did, both buoyed and alarmed by his faith in her. "Are you sure?"

"Not sure-sure, but the odds are pretty good," Glitch replied with a shrug and a hesitant smile. With his free hand he smoothed back a lock of her hair. "It'd be good practice for you."

At least he assumed it would. He didn't quite remember all the thins magic was used for back in the the O.Z., but this seemed plausible. (Not the exact circumstances, of course.)

"Then I'll take them."

After all, they'd both thrown themselves into things - their trip across the O.Z sprang instantly to mind, of course - with considerably worse odds.

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