Verity's usual means of information gathering involved hitting the homes and workplaces of the local sentient cryptids and asking what's been going on at (or sometimes under) the street level. That wasn't an option with Dominic along; she wasn't going to introduce him to more cryptids than were strictly necessary.
Unfortunately 'more than strictly necessary' wasn't the same as 'none.' Verity had told Liam to meet them at Gingerbread Pudding, owned by a Madhura family. Verity had never met them; she usually visited near closing time when the owners were finishing up in the kitchens and left the running of the cash register to one of several human high school students. But today was early enough that one of them was behind the counter. She was a petite, attractive woman of Indian descent, wearing a sapphire blue T-shirt and a bright red apron embroidered with 'Come catch me! Be a Gingerbread Fan!' Her thick black hair was bound into two long braids that dangled over her shoulders as she served a slab of dark brown gingerbread and a cup of hot chocolate to a customer, smiling all the while.
The Madhura were attracted to sweet things. They thrived on honey the way dragon princesses thrived on gold, or bogeymen thrived on information. ( Owning a place that specialized in desserts was probably close to her inborn idea of Heaven. )
[Adapted from Chapter 10 of Seanan McGuire's Discount Armageddon with amazing preplay AND coding help from the adoration-worthy
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Unfortunately 'more than strictly necessary' wasn't the same as 'none.' Verity had told Liam to meet them at Gingerbread Pudding, owned by a Madhura family. Verity had never met them; she usually visited near closing time when the owners were finishing up in the kitchens and left the running of the cash register to one of several human high school students. But today was early enough that one of them was behind the counter. She was a petite, attractive woman of Indian descent, wearing a sapphire blue T-shirt and a bright red apron embroidered with 'Come catch me! Be a Gingerbread Fan!' Her thick black hair was bound into two long braids that dangled over her shoulders as she served a slab of dark brown gingerbread and a cup of hot chocolate to a customer, smiling all the while.
The Madhura were attracted to sweet things. They thrived on honey the way dragon princesses thrived on gold, or bogeymen thrived on information. ( Owning a place that specialized in desserts was probably close to her inborn idea of Heaven. )
[Adapted from Chapter 10 of Seanan McGuire's Discount Armageddon with amazing preplay AND coding help from the adoration-worthy
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