#pakhet enters the bookstore

[the-inkwell-bookstore]

"There's a deli on the corner I love," Elaine says, flipping the sign on the door from 'open' to 'be back soon'. "Up for a sandwich? They've also got egg creams, if you want. My treat."

She can tell it's not quite a joke- the girl is far smaller than her age would suggest, and from what she remembers of Vic, it's likely she doesn't have much to eat at home. Elaine considers her kin now, in that strange way predators and prey can be the same thing. She's going to make sure Pakhet is fed if it's the last thing she does.

Business at the Inkwell is slow, and Elaine has shelved and re-shelved the new arrivals one too many times. "I'm bored," she announces to Pahket, sliding off the counter she'd been sat at. "You hungry?"

@the-inkwell-bookstore

“always.” pakhet grins. its only half a joke. she isn’t sure if elaine knows that. “should we get somethin’ to eat?”

[i-just-really-like-lions]

“what’s an egg cream?” she asks as she nods along, walking out from behind the counter. “i like eggs? and chickens.” she gets that look in her eye again. they are a fox’s natural prey, after all.

Business at the Inkwell is slow, and Elaine has shelved and re-shelved the new arrivals one too many times. "I'm bored," she announces to Pahket, sliding off the counter she'd been sat at. "You hungry?"

@the-inkwell-bookstore

“always.” pakhet grins. its only half a joke. she isn’t sure if elaine knows that. “should we get somethin’ to eat?”