She clutches the bottle in one hand and the box in the other and starts crunching across the snow, headed toward the barn that seems to function as a workshop. As she comes nearer, the door slides open, and a dark-haired woman with an exasperated expression steps out. "You did see the "No Tresspassing" sign, didn't you?" she calls, annoyed.
"Uh – " Waverly swallows and finds her courage. "I was wondering... I need to talk with you."
The Blacksmith looks her over. "And you think an eight dollar bottle of pinot's going to make me listen?"
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Date: 2023-02-02 05:40 pm (UTC)She clutches the bottle in one hand and the box in the other and starts crunching across the snow, headed toward the barn that seems to function as a workshop. As she comes nearer, the door slides open, and a dark-haired woman with an exasperated expression steps out. "You did see the "No Tresspassing" sign, didn't you?" she calls, annoyed.
"Uh – " Waverly swallows and finds her courage. "I was wondering... I need to talk with you."
The Blacksmith looks her over. "And you think an eight dollar bottle of pinot's going to make me listen?"