“Holy shit. It’s been too long. How are you, dude?” They’re both social people but they’re not each other's first choice for socializing if that makes any sense.
“I could be doing better. But that’s beside the point. I was wondering if I could come over today with a friend?”
“What are they?”
“Have you heard of The Witch of Writings Remain? She’s a hedge.” I still don’t really understand why she named herself that. It’s too long and she just spirit walks. I don’t get it.
“Mhm. Heard she’s an unconventional little thing.” Er… that’s one way to put it. Jordan treats every spirit like a friend. She doesn’t believe in bad spirits. It’s… interesting. Scares me sometimes, though.
“Maybe… but we need some herbs and shit for a charm we’re making.”
“I didn’t think you did much charm making.”
“I don’t. She doesn’t either. But our situation calls for it I guess.”
“Mm. Okay. I’ll have the dock open from noon to midnight tomorrow. Swing around whenever.”
“Thanks. Also… can you call Cath and tell her to swing by as well?”
“Gillian. Please don’t tell me you’re fucking my sister.”
“God. No.” It’s not fucking if it was only a singular fuck.