 Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein
At his joke, Ece gave a laugh and a nod in agreement. That was of course exactly why the humidity itself was not one of her favorite things. She’d always chosen to wear her hair long, the one moment of vanity she allowed herself with the silken strands. But while she normally thought her hair looked nice, the rapid change in weather always certainly caused a fair amount of frizz she could happily do without. Wrapping a strand around her finger now she gave a chuckle as she surveyed it. “I think you have the right idea. I might have to adopt your tactic!” Some change could actually be nice - and it would certainly free more of her time up!
Ece was the type to be invested in the passions of others when in conversation with them. However when it came to being able to offer meaningful commentary to encourage them, she ended up at a loss as she was not knowledgeable in most fields beyond her own. If one wanted to talk about property law, she could droll on until she was blue in the face. But otherwise she had to rely on questions to encourage conversation - which she asked with no lack of sincerity. “I think it might be the similarity in name.” She mused, before trying to instead picture the mundane creature he had described. “Is that the one that can often have birds sitting on it?” She believed that was something she’d seen in a comic of the creature, but she figured perhaps there was some truth to it? He had… a very good point there. Her shop opening had been delayed by Bundimum infestation which while generally considered only a pest, the damage they had done to some of the structures could have caused injury if she had been standing in only sliiiiightly different of a spot when beams began to fall. Another joke, and another smile and laugh in response. “You, sir, certainly sound like that was said from experience. Though you’re certainly right - anything can end up being a danger.”
Yes, it could certainly be good for that as well - though on the moments she had tried the same method, she often went inside to the bar and serving area. If nothing else, whoever was behind the counter usually would chat with her. But it didn’t have quite the same atmosphere as out here. “Your love of Florean’s went away with age?” She questioned, unsure if he was merely just meaning he’d always loved it or if it did not hold as much of a place for him now that he was no longer in his boyhood. At his silence, Ece wondered if perhaps she had asked something too personal and nearly apologized for prying - except then he was answering so she remained silent. “It’s never a terrible answer if it’s honestly how you feel.” She replied, before considering further. “I can understand that however. It’s… a gift when you enjoy your life’s work, but when it places you in new surroundings when you don’t have anyone close to you it can be awfully isolating.” Not that it happened to her nearly as often as she was certain he experienced, but she was still feeling her own loneliness from having relocated away from her family. Her sister was now dating and it killed Ece that she had yet to meet them.
Suddenly the conversation shifted to her, which saved her from having to think too much further on her own missing of her family and companionship, and instead she focused on the why of her being in Diagon Alley. “Work, actually!” She brightened, happy to shift to speaking of her own passion. “I had the opportunity to start a new enterprise here in Diagon Alley for longer term residency, so I moved here from my home in Istanbul. The Nesting Occamy is my establishment - so if you ever decide you do want to settle and this feels like home again, come see me.” She knew it sounded too much like a businessy pitch, but she hadn’t fully meant it to. She’d be happy to help if his circumstances ever changed!
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