another witchy o/o

She nodded, giving him a thumbs up.

Once he got home, Tolly began brainstorming what he should cook. What kind of food did Sage even like? Chinese? Italian? He decided to go with some good old fashioned fried chicken.

Sage smiled as she clocked out, heading home to take care of a few things there before she went to his place.

Tolly had the house in tip-top shape by the time 5:30 rolled around. He'd even managed to magic some flowers into existence so he could fill up the vase on the kitchen table, which he was very proud of. Now all he had to do was sit back and wait.

Sage was fixing herself up, getting her hair in decent shape and making sure her sweater and skirt were in okay shape. She put on a bit of lipgloss and tightened the laces of her boots and heading out.

Tolly was messing with his hair in the entry hall mirror, trying to coax it into some semblance of neatness. He took stock of the rest of his outfit: ripped black jeans and an old fall out boy band shirt. Did he look okay? Was he supposed to dress up for this?

Sage took a deep breath, raising a fist to knock on the door.

Tolly bolted over to open the door, smiling when he saw Sage on the doorstep. "You made it!"

She smiled at him. "Of course!"

"Come in!" he said, ushering her into the living room with a wide smile on his face. "How was the trip over here? Do you want me to grab you a glass of water or anything?"

"I'm fine, thanks." She said, shrugging as she walked in.

"The food'll be done in about 10 minutes. I like your skirt by the way, you look really cute in it." Tolly plopped down on the couch and gestured for Sage to do the same.

"Thank you." She said, sitting gently next to him. "How are you?"

"I'm doing fine! I got to visit Ailsa today and she's much better than she was last week. I might even get to bring her home soon!" A quiet sadness lurked in Tolly's voice even as he tried to power through it.

"That's great!" She said, grinning.

"Yeah! I'm really excited, I miss having her around the house." His tone was wistful, so he changed the subject. "How about you? Anything hip and happening in your life?"

"Not much, really." She admitted. "Music, books and a lot of tea, mostly."

"You make that sound like that's a bad thing," Tolly said with a frown, trying to nonchalantly wrap an arm around her shoulder. "I'd love to live like that! All story and song and… peace."

She shrugged. "Well, it's not like I have much else to do. This is the first time I've been out for two months."

Tolly turned to stare at her, sure she was kidding. "A cutie like you? No way!"

"I don't have that many people to hang out with." She said casually.

Tolly frowned, pulling her a little closer. "But you're such a lovely person. And fun to talk to. And just kind of cool. You have to have loads of friends."

She blushed. "Just… people."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he questioned, tilting his head at her.

"…Not fun." She said, shaking her head. "Hard to talk to."

"You talk to me," Tolly pointed out. "And I'd like to hope it's fun. Not to brag or anything, but I'm an ace conversationalist."

"No! I mean, yeah, it's fun, but other people… yikes."

Tolly snorted. "You're unreal sometimes, you know that Sage? Bragging aside, I'm actually not everyone's favorite guy so I'd say talking to me qualifies you for talking to most people."

She shrugged. "Maybe."

"You mean definitely. I'm kind of a dick, y'know. I get too mad too fast and it's… bad." Tolly shrugged, leaning into Sage's side.