"Nothing inspiring on hand, just some diet soda and juice. But if I can pronounce it backward, it's available," Zatana said, shouldering the door open and carrying a pan to the table in the adjoining dining room with potholders. "John, be a sweetheart and grab the other pan off the counter, would you?"
She paused next to table, which was covered with a pretty lace tablecloth with nothing to protect it from the hot dish. "raeppa stovirT," she stated matter-of-factly, and an instant later set the lasagne down on one of the two ornate metallic trivots that had manifested near the center of the table.
Crowley's remark earned him a sharp look, followed by a slight, wry grimace. Why she'd entertained the hope that an ancient immortal might be slower on the uptake than the twelve-year-old boy John had brought along last time was beyond her. "Gonna paint the Big Apple red, huh? Well, remind me to hook you up with a talisman before you go. I ward the place at night."
In fact, she warded it nearly all the time, but the less complicated setup she used during the day was more amenable to being tweaked for unusual visitors. Even so, it had been tricky, configuring the protective magics to ignore a specific demon for whom she didn't have a true name, sigil or any identifying information except his human pseudonym. She wasn't sure whether she believed John when he said he didn't have any of that information--if it was true, it would be a first for any demon he'd ever dealt with--but she knew better than to push it.
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Date: 2006-11-07 03:52 am (UTC)She paused next to table, which was covered with a pretty lace tablecloth with nothing to protect it from the hot dish. "raeppa stovirT," she stated matter-of-factly, and an instant later set the lasagne down on one of the two ornate metallic trivots that had manifested near the center of the table.
Crowley's remark earned him a sharp look, followed by a slight, wry grimace. Why she'd entertained the hope that an ancient immortal might be slower on the uptake than the twelve-year-old boy John had brought along last time was beyond her. "Gonna paint the Big Apple red, huh? Well, remind me to hook you up with a talisman before you go. I ward the place at night."
In fact, she warded it nearly all the time, but the less complicated setup she used during the day was more amenable to being tweaked for unusual visitors. Even so, it had been tricky, configuring the protective magics to ignore a specific demon for whom she didn't have a true name, sigil or any identifying information except his human pseudonym. She wasn't sure whether she believed John when he said he didn't have any of that information--if it was true, it would be a first for any demon he'd ever dealt with--but she knew better than to push it.