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He smiled lightly at her jabs. At least her tone was friendly..He stopped the scooter in front of some diner he used to work for before he became a librarian. He hoped off, offering Rowan his hand. "Rowans a nice name, better then John."
He opened the door for her, ushering her in before anyone noticed the keyless scooter on the sidewalk. He would have to return that later... He helped himself to some menus, and chose a booth in the back next to some windows. He grabbed a jar of water from a nearby table, and quickly set it on theirs before siting down. They were used to him there, so they never really paid him any attention. Which was useful on some occasions..
Rowan huffed and shot his hand a glare as he offered it towards her. “I’m fine,” she said, crossing her arms as best she could, wincing as she moved her wrist. Well, she was all right enough not to need his help. She was a girl, not a china doll. “It’s a dumb name. But I guess it works for me. It’s a type of tree, and I’ve got a hell of a green thumb. And anyway, John’s not so bad. No one ever thinks much about ‘John’, so you could get away with all kinds of shit.”
She stepped through the door and raised an eyebrow as he took the jar of water. Was this some sort of weird custom they did in the past? Rowan didn’t like the uneasiness of not knowing something, and she frowned accordingly. “I can pay, you know. I’ve got money.” Technically not hers, but finder’s weepers.
"I take it you like plants. Ever thought of growing your own army?" Of course he was joking, no one could really grow a plant army. That's impossible, and a bit crazy. On the other hand, he wouldn't be surprised if Rowan actually tried growing one. It seemed to be right up her alley.
"Nah, my treat." He gave her a grin, and gestured to the seat across from him. "By the way, how's your wrist?" He was still a little miffed that she wouldn't go to the emergency room. But then again, it wasn't his place. He should of just ignored her in the library, instead of going through all this trouble. He quickly pushed that thought to the back of his mind, whats the worst that could happen? Its not like this would lead to anything more then a kind gesture. That would be crazy and ironic.
Like plants? That was probably the understatement of the century. Rowan raised an eyebrow mischievously as he brought up the plant army. No one had ever given her that suggestion before. She’d done it, sure, but that was for her world domination plans. “I have one,” she said with a small shrug. “I even have my own secret laboratory.” All right, it wasn’t much of a secret. And it wasn’t such a ‘laboratory’ as it was a rigged up basement that she’d made people make for her. After all, do you realize the costs of secret laboratories nowadays? Expensive.
She sat across from him, pulling her wrist closer to her instinctively as he asked about it. “Thanks… and my wrist is fine,” Rowan said, looking down at it. All right, fine, so it was purple and brown and very clearly not fine, but she would deal with it later. “Aren’t you worried that they’re going to fire you for consorting with the enemy? And leaving your shift early.”
Of course she did. What kind of botanist doesn't have a secret labatory and plant army? “Any other secret bases I should know about?” Its extremely important to know everything about your enemies. You never know when you might need to find them again. “I work in a library, not a bank. They won't even notice I'm gone.” They don't even notice when he's there either.
John's one of those people who are quiet until spoken too, and try to please people in the best of his ability. And when you work in a a library, your basically invisible. He didn't mind too much, he didn't like taking to people anyway. Who needs social interaction. “Do you have a job?”
The answer is that no self-respecting botanist doesn’t have a secret laboratory and plant army. Rowan snorted at his question and flicked him in the head. “Like I’d tell you,” she pointed out, rolling her eyes. “You’re my sworn enemy – even if you are getting me lunch. I’m sure you’re going to do something dastardly to it,” she told him plainly. At his argument that they wouldn’t notice he’s gone, she raised an eyebrow.
She knew how it felt to be metaphorically invisible. “That’s the way it used to be for me,” she said. It was why she had become danger-prone and wrecked everything where she went. If the only attention she could get was bad attention, well. She’d take what she could get. At his question about a job, Rowan hesitated, sinking back down a little.
She didn’t even have a place to live anymore. Her parents wouldn’t even know who she was, and she and her brother had been sleeping in a shelter. And if they didn’t know her, then she clearly didn’t have her job at the bakery. And her plants were still in the future… Rowan felt sick at the thought, and she swallowed thickly. “Of course I do, wheatlouse. I’m not useless.”
He rubbed his forehead a little, hanging out with her was just too painful. “Oh yeah, because every enemy carries poison with them.” Not that he actually has poison with him.. that would be dangerous and down right silly. Unless you had it clearly marked, and in your inside jacket pocket. You never know what might happen in London.
“Really? I can't see why, your pretty hard to ignore.” He smirked teasingly at her, in truth he wouldn't of been able to ignore her if he tried. Her eccentric, and downright dangerous personality was part of it. He watched her carefully when she sank down a little, he didn't mean to upset her. He was just trying to make pleasant conversation. If she needed a job, he might be able to get her one at the library. If she didn't break anything. Again. “Of course, just wondering.”
He played with his glass for a minuet, he didn't really know what else to say. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable by asking her anymore questions, but at the same time he was really curious about her. Maybe a change of topic would be wise.. “Do you know what you want?” He gestured towards the menu, then took a sip of his water.
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