 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
"Ah. I see." Who was our? Noah wondered. It seemed that either Jericho ran an animal farm (a 'ranch'), or worked at one. With other people. And they only had non-magical creatures, and all the magical ones went to a different animal farm. And there were visitors. For therapy. Or maybe that was the other place? And there were cows that gave hugs. Although that probably meant someone was hugging the cow. This was complicated. Noah listened intently, trying to piece it all together and longing to be able to take notes. His head was spinning. "You have an animal f- a ranch- where you foster barnyard critters and people can visit because hugging cows is calming. Yes?" Right? That seemed right.
He nodded at the question- comment. Which was easy, considering that he knew where he worked. "I don't work around Diagon Alley. The cafe I work at is near my university..." So it was convenient, more convenient than his other jobs. Except for the ones he did from home. Jericho thought he was handsome! Or he was saying that he remembered faces well. Or both. Either ways, Noah was flattered. He was forgettable. His name was 'Noah Evans' and he sold coffee and he talked too much and he wore hoodies and jeans and he had very plain brown hair and he was broke. He was impressed that Jericho knew that they hadn't met before. He smiled. a little.
"I'm very sure my sister appreciates someone bringing her hot cocoa and gifts. Doesn't every nine year old? Though I think she wouldn't mind seeing me if I can empty handed.
...Only because I sing to her and give nice hugs." He was joking, his face said. His sister may be a somewhat self-centered nine year old, but she did love him a lot. 'Very very much. Forever and ever. Enough to name a whole plant after you.'
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