[One of the perks of owning his own shop is that he gets to set the hours. If he was an anxious person he could set aside the whole day if he wanted. (He won't, of course.) Getting to the Coven at the appointed time won't be an issue at all, so he nods.
It's a date.
No, he can't get himself to say that out loud even as some awkward attempt at a joke.
He doesn't thank the man. The bond hasn't happened yet. For now it's a promise that both of them have to keep, or at least attempt to. Nothing can shake the foundations of Aefenglom until then. Neither of them are allowed to disappear. Or perhaps, if one of them did have to vanish, it would be best if it happened before the bond was made. It would be less painful for the remaining individual. Nothing can happen, is the gist of it, aside from all the things that could.
If they make it to and through the ceremony, he will be grateful.]
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It's a date.
No, he can't get himself to say that out loud even as some awkward attempt at a joke.
He doesn't thank the man. The bond hasn't happened yet. For now it's a promise that both of them have to keep, or at least attempt to. Nothing can shake the foundations of Aefenglom until then. Neither of them are allowed to disappear. Or perhaps, if one of them did have to vanish, it would be best if it happened before the bond was made. It would be less painful for the remaining individual. Nothing can happen, is the gist of it, aside from all the things that could.
If they make it to and through the ceremony, he will be grateful.]
I'll be there, Mr. Tailor.