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Morrigan MacIntyre	School was back in session. The teens started back earlier and earlier every year, but that wasn't anything odd. Nor was there anything out of place so far with this school year. Except the absence of some of Morrigan's favorite students and people. The redhead was a little sad over the Twins and Tyler heading off to college, but she was in contact with them. She had found herself in the library this evening after school had let out and she was with Riordan, but he was in his human form. The tall black haired man with the myriad of tattoos and black eyes was giving her space to be in a MOOD. "Maybe I should order pie?" the Irish man offers. "Some cherry with a scoop of vanilla?" he adds with a quirk of an eyebrow.
Desmond mac Morna	Desmond mac Morna looks down at his hands as he enters the library, several yards away from the apparently moody ginger and her human? assistant. The glance is a significant one. Indeed, he holds a cardboard box, roughly 18 by 18 by 5, colored some shade between magenta and pink. The look causes the frown to deepen, then he simply shrugs, and squares his shoulders. The gesture is something a man on the way to the gallows might make. Carrying his burden with not a little care, he stops behind and to the side of Morrigan. "Speak the devil's name, and he shall appear?" The phrase probably seems like a non sequitur, but...
Morrigan MacIntyre	Morrigan looks up when someone enters and there's a bit of a nod to Riordan, "Pie sounds good." she tells her Herald. The other man gives a look to Desmond and a dip of his head, "Mister mac Morna." he greets. "Excuse me. She needs sweets." he chuckles to that. Morrigan then looks to Desmond as Rio is heading out, "Jason Blood has not been talked about I don't think." she muses to that. "How have you been? I apologize that we've not gotten to chat since I brought you lunch." she explains. "School is just...busy." she sighs.
Desmond mac Morna	Desmond mac Morna's shoulders shrug fractionally, and he truly doesn't seem perturbed. Though...he DOES peer at her face for a lingering and long moment. He opts for his too-generic broadcaster's voice. "I enjoyed lunch very much, you know. I would be remiss if I did not mention that I wanted to see you again, though." He lifts the box. "Hence my visit. I heard it was traditional to bring a gift on the first day of school. So. I bring the devil you named." The box is brought to her, and he presents it in what is a slightly too-formal fashion. Habits. Hard to break.
Morrigan MacIntyre	Morrigan gives a look to him and there is a thoughtfulness there. "It was just...heavy. The last time we spoke." she admits. "I did enjoy seeing you and I should learn to not pry on things. But at least I know." she states to that. "And I know it has to be hard for you as well." she admits. There is a bit of curiousness in her gaze as she looks to the box that he is carrying, "Did you bring me a sword?" she asks him playfully. "Or wait, you said the devil I named...if Etrigan pops out of this thing I'm punching him in the nose again." she laughs as she accepts the box. "Would you like to stay for game night?" she asks him.
Desmond mac Morna	Desmond mac Morna's head shakes back and forth, though it doesn't seem to be in a negative answer. It is a querying sort of thing. "Game night?"
Desmond mac Morna	Desmond mac Morna reaches up to scratch at his chin. His eyes peer into Morrigan's. "Open it and see. The box is like life. Until you open it and see what's inside, you've no clue what you're going to get." His lips quirk into a grin. "I, well....I find it funny, what your man said."
Morrigan MacIntyre	"That's Forrest Gump's line." Morrigan points out to him as she settles the box down on the table. She leans down to see if it's ticking. It's not...or well if it is she can't hear it! "He's my herald, not my man. His name is Riordan." she tells him as she straightens up. "You didn't have to get me anything." she tells him as she starts to open the box.
Desmond mac Morna	Desmond mac Morna looks genuinely confused. "Forest....Gump? Where's that?" His head shakes back and forth. It doesn't appear to be a straight line. As the lid lifts, the warm smell of cinnamon and nutmeg and apples wafts from the box. Inside is an apple pie with some sort of nut crumble on the top. Even if you're not an apple pie sort of person, the smell is incredible. "The devil, it seems, is made of pie. Who knew? And of course I didn't /have/ to. I /wanted/ to. I hope you like apple pie. I guessed."
Morrigan MacIntyre	Morrigan gives a quirk of her eyebrow to Desmond, "Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get? You've never seen Forest Gump?" she asks him. "We might have to remedy that. It's heartbreaking." she admits to him. Which might be great for the Moody Express that she was. She takes a moment to simply breathe in the smell of the pie, "Well, you know my favorite pie alongside pumpkin." she grins to that. "This means we have to share with the students though." she grins at that. "This isn't fae pie, is it?" she asks in a whisper. "Thank you. This is a very sweet thing to do." she tells him seriously.
Desmond mac Morna	Desmond mac Morna considers. "Unless a fae owns the bakery on 14th and Avenue of the Americas, no." He pauses, looking around the library. He leans to her ear, very close, his whisper intimate. "Though maybe don't ask what I traded to keep it oven fresh and warm, hmm?" He leans back, realizing belatedly how this might look. He clears his throat, softly. "I...sometime, I'll tell you about my various...diversions the past few decades. But in the meantime? I should think a movie together would be outstanding. In turn, I can offer you a free riding lesson?" His face is straight, sober, and serious.
Morrigan MacIntyre	Morrigan laughs a touch at that, "I just...I'm sorry. That was a bad question." she tells him. Then there is a bit of an eyebrow quirk to him, "I won't ask you big tease." she gives him a chuckle and a playful nudge. "I'd be happy to hear about your diversions the past few decades." she smiles to that. Then she listens to his offer and there is a soft nod, "I'd be happy to watch a movie with you. And I'm quite the skilled rider already, but I don't mind knocking off some of the rust." she smiles to that. "Would you like to help me move some tables and things and get some stuff set up?" she asks him.
Desmond mac Morna	Desmond mac Morna gives her a singular nod. "Strong back, weak mind. That's my lot in life." The tone is clearly jovial and filled with levity. "Many hands make light work? I'm sure there's a perfect saying as an answer. You just need a more charming companion to find it for you." He hehs, softly. "I'm no bard." With that, he moves to the center of the room. "Command me, oh goddess, and I shall do whatever task for you that you bid me do." He motions to a random table. "That one?"
Morrigan MacIntyre	Morrigan gives a look to him, "I didn't ask because you're big and muscly, Desmond." she tells him. "You have a brilliant mind." she points out as she goes to push a few tables together. "It's nice to have help...and someone to talk to." she adds to that. "I think you'd be fine as a bard. Just need some tights." she teases him. She gives a bit of a playful eye roll, "I'm no Goddess, could you move those two tables together for me?" she points them out. "And thank you for the help. I appreciate it." she tells him quietly.
Desmond mac Morna	Desmond mac Morna nods, moving towards the indicated tables. "Tights. That can be arranged in the right setting, you know." He shifts the indicated tables to one side with a gentle shove, moving them with nothing like a huge effort, thoughtlessly. "You know, Morrigan? I enjoy just....being near you." He looks over, then around the room as if making certain no one else is there. "And have you considered, that maybe you're a goddess to me?"