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[floralias]

(( There's a large basket by the door. It's filled with air-tight cans of coffee beans with The Bean Counter on the labels. There's also a manual coffee grinder, two identical mugs, and a French press with a note. ))

A belated housewarming gift from me and mine.
xoxo,
Will

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[whrrenah]

Wren almost trips over that basket because waking up without Folgers is not much better than no coffee at all. But then after peering at the label, she squealed, hefting it and bringing it inside, already calling out to Silvio.

It's a couple of hours, but she picks her way over to the hotel, pausing when she hits the first creaky board. Toeing it again, her brow quirks as she takes a different step, finds it quiet, and then gets a little lost in trying to find the quiet boards on the boardwalk to the Fae's door. She's wearing a coat and it looks like she's cradling something within it, close to her body. As she creaks another board, she can hear doors opening around her and Wren apologizes for distrupting anyone.

[floralias]

Will lives there and he hasn't bothered to learn the quiet way through the hotel. All the little squeaks remind him of an adorable little Pteas Khmer he lived in for a time in Cambodia. So, paying the squeaking no mind, he continues on with what he's doing -- which is rolling around on the floor with the pets -- until Wren makes it to the door and knocks.

[whrrenah]

Man, this was embarrassing! She felt so out of place as people stared at her, especially one tall guy with an exceptionally lethal scowl. Doing her best to play it all off, Wren rapped on the door with quick knocks, hoping someone was home.

[floralias]

Give him a second to get up from the floor and skip over to the door. Wren will be greeted with a smiling Fae.

"Hi~"

[whrrenah]

"Will!" She was just as excited to see him too! "I finally made it but I wasn't expecting my internal theme music to be overshadowed by the floor here."

[floralias]

"Cheng says he fixed them. They weren't always like that," he explained as he stepped back so Wren could come inside. Only to be greeted by their pack of pets: the dogs padding up with tails wagging and George the cat glaring from the couch with a perfectly feline amount of interest.

[whrrenah]

"He... fixed them," she echoed with perplexion. Maybe later she would have a chance to research that but right now, there were pets!

"Oh! Hi, babies!" Her voice went soft and sweet to greet the dogs, squatting down and offering her hand low to the floor. "You didn't say anything about pets, Will. You've been holding out."

[floralias]

Will brightened when she immediately adored the pets. Pointing to each dog in turn, he introduced them all. The dark and shaggy fellow was Poe. The handsome gent was Keats. And the lovely lady was Shelley. Oh, and that guy over on the couch is George.

"They're all named after poets!"

[whrrenah]

"They are!" She recognized most of the names. George she wasn't sure of. But he scratched Poe behind the ears. "I know a Poe, too. But he's a shaman, not a raven writer."

But Wren took her time, greeting each of the pets and offering a hand for George to sniff. "They're lovely, Will. Are they from home? The strays I see around here don't look so American."

[floralias]

"They are," he affirmed. "They showed up here shortly after I did." He smiled so broadly that his eyes closed and made the shape of crescents. "My precious babies~"

[whrrenah]

So people from the same world did show up. Eventually. She smiled and nodded, burying her fingers in one of the dog's hair. "That's really nice. I'm happy for you, Will." It gave her hope that someone from her world would eventually find her.

So. Guitar lessons. Do I need to be quizzed on all the parts of the instrument?"

[floralias]

The question earned a little laugh and a shake of the Fae's head. "I don't think that's necessary. You're not trying to be a pro, right? It's not that important to know all the mechanics."

[whrrenah]

She couldn't help but roll her eyes. "I can barely find a job as a linguistics specialist. I doubt being a professional musician would help me, here. I know you pluck a string and the vibration resonates in the belly and the tone comes out."

[floralias]

"Then you already have the gist of it." He smiled and gestured for Wren to make herself at home on the couch. His guitar was already there, ready and waiting.

"Now you just have to learn how to make the right tones."

[whrrenah]

"That's the hardest part, I think. There's no... clear air holes or valves or anything. How can you get the right tones when there aren't marks on the guitar to tell you where you press your fingers?"

[floralias]

"A lot of learners put little dot stickers on the guitar's neck to learn where to put their fingers," he advised. "I can get one with those for our lessons," he offered with a smile. His and Riley's space wasn't large, but they did have two rooms, adjoined, so the had a little more space. Space for flowers and their growing record collection, Riley's art supplies, Will's guitars. Adding one more wouldn't hurt.

[whrrenah]

Wren nodded as she listened, her hands still and resting on the guitar. "I can't agree if that will put you out," she said, feeling like she was being intrusive without meaning to. But then she shook it off and put it in the back of her mind.

"Anyway, that's in the future. So... how do you hold this? Which hand is the strummer and which one is the note finger-er?"