"You can buy guns at Walmart in West Virginia?" Chris was still actually incredulous by this. Like, he thought of West Virginia and, well, he didn't think Walmart and guns? "I wouldn't actually by spices at Walmart, my mom a chef and would literally kill me." Like, Piper might actually try and blow him up. Chris was pretty sure being lazy and picking up cloves at Walmart was a death sentence in the Manor. But you know, in a pinch? Piper never had to know what her son had done in the future.
As for Teddy? Chris is used to being yelled at by a woman about Teddy's height who could also blow you up, so Teddy and their stage presence? Yeah, he was accustomed to being mildly intimidated by smaller people. And being intimidated by his charge? ....yeah that was also normal. He shifted to sit down on the ground as they started to talk, rather than continue to like, tower over them. He shifted his limbs, trying to figure out what to do with them.
"Okay, so sleep potions. I can do that. There's no potion for fixing stuff but I got a spell that'll do it easy." And then he twitched. "Yeah, I can't heal. Healing is....big." And you were assigned the only freaking whitelighter in existence that hadn't figured it out yet. The whitelighter who let their fianceé get impaled by his own psychotic brother and still couldn't muster up enough love to trigger his ability to heal. Therapy. He needed lots and lots of therapy.
"Alright Teddy, so I got kidnapped and sent to like, farm country? Where we give offerings to weird god monsters and farm?" Wait, was there a plant growth spell or potion in the book? It was one of those things he just normally....skipped over. Because who cared. But....obviously there were Warren witches who existed before modern grocery stores. There had to be spells and potions in the book that would help. If he could remember. Or through just trial and error?
"Potions and magical ingredients don't really have an expiration date--and if I make a big enough batch, I can make more than one vial. I suppose I could just make a bunch and see what ends up being useful? And wait, tell me what happened last time? You made this face...." He was remembering that look she had about the explosives.
"So what do you do here for fun then?" He was going to make a cow tipping joke and thought better of it. So instead, he looked up at them, leaning against a tree to brace himself, and tilted his head a bit. Trying to get a grip on his link with Teddy, to separate his feelings from theirs and now that the buzzing was going away since he was acknowledging the link, maybe it would be a little easier. "And you don't need to apologize, you're fine. I suppose I came on a little strong too."
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As for Teddy? Chris is used to being yelled at by a woman about Teddy's height who could also blow you up, so Teddy and their stage presence? Yeah, he was accustomed to being mildly intimidated by smaller people. And being intimidated by his charge? ....yeah that was also normal. He shifted to sit down on the ground as they started to talk, rather than continue to like, tower over them. He shifted his limbs, trying to figure out what to do with them.
"Okay, so sleep potions. I can do that. There's no potion for fixing stuff but I got a spell that'll do it easy." And then he twitched. "Yeah, I can't heal. Healing is....big." And you were assigned the only freaking whitelighter in existence that hadn't figured it out yet. The whitelighter who let their fianceé get impaled by his own psychotic brother and still couldn't muster up enough love to trigger his ability to heal. Therapy. He needed lots and lots of therapy.
"Alright Teddy, so I got kidnapped and sent to like, farm country? Where we give offerings to weird god monsters and farm?" Wait, was there a plant growth spell or potion in the book? It was one of those things he just normally....skipped over. Because who cared. But....obviously there were Warren witches who existed before modern grocery stores. There had to be spells and potions in the book that would help. If he could remember. Or through just trial and error?
"Potions and magical ingredients don't really have an expiration date--and if I make a big enough batch, I can make more than one vial. I suppose I could just make a bunch and see what ends up being useful? And wait, tell me what happened last time? You made this face...." He was remembering that look she had about the explosives.
"So what do you do here for fun then?" He was going to make a cow tipping joke and thought better of it. So instead, he looked up at them, leaning against a tree to brace himself, and tilted his head a bit. Trying to get a grip on his link with Teddy, to separate his feelings from theirs and now that the buzzing was going away since he was acknowledging the link, maybe it would be a little easier. "And you don't need to apologize, you're fine. I suppose I came on a little strong too."