"I do, yeah, with my sister,"
she said with a smile, nodding faintly in confirmation. "She does paintings, I do photography. Sometimes there's sculptures and other things."
Obviously if he had any interest in that sort of thing, he knew where to stop by and what to look for now given that the card held its address as well as the business email for taking commissions. "And I have another who owns an herbal store of sorts. May have heard of it- Terra Flora?"
The place had been around for a while, well before the Breach now, and was miraculously still standing. Any witch who held interest of potions, brews, rituals, and so forth was likely to go there and for the general population, there was plenty to divulge in the way of herbal teas, natural lotions and soaps, scented candles, and so forth.
The woman beamed a bit brighter as Marcus agreed he could make ready for what was left over at his house to bring tomorrow and when dinner was offered, he was kind enough to at least touch base on how she seemed uncertain of it at first. That alone made her all the more confident of allowing it, despite the fact how long it'd been now since she'd had some mere stranger invited over to her home for any given thing. "Yes, I'm sure,"
Alana told him with a warm gaze. "All right. Nothing to put yourself out with. I should have everything covered."
Though she'd not deny if he wanted to bring something of his own along for the occasion. "Six sounds great."
After a nod, she tucked a few strands of hair back behind an ear and simpered softly, thinking on the way he of taking his niece out fondly. When he mentioned having some items in his keep, Alana rose her brows and glanced over to Sam then back again. Maybe he'd brought along some of his toys and bed and whatever else being the like. For a moment, she was hesitant, but once steeling herself, Alana nodded. "Sure."
Settling the strap of her tote on her shoulder, she'd follow him and Sam off to the vehicle in order to get the items. "I'm parked down on the other street,"
she informed, suddenly wondering if it'd have been better if she just gotten in her car to park somewhere closer but figured it wouldn't matter much either way. "Have you been taking him to the vet regularly? Anything I should know about?"
Allergies, accidents, so forth. It would be good to stay up to date with all that, especially considering the dog was getting older and with Marcus coming off as a respectable dog owner, she wouldn't have put it past him, initially, to keep up with check-ups at any given clinic. Once she'd gotten the things to take back to her car, Alana packed it all up and had Sam hop in the back before graciously thanking Marcus once again and mentioning she'd see him tomorrow, unless plans changed. On the drive back, she couldn't keep the bubbling excitement of having her daughter show up to see Sam there in their living room.
The following day, Alana had prepped everything she might need for dinner that night, which would be baked chicken thighs with a sweet and savory pomegranate marinade to go on top of white rice, accompanied with some slices of lime and pineapple. She also had a loaf of bread with butter, jams, and garlic spread to go with it. By the time Marcus would be knocking on the door, she'd have just just drained the rice and letting it cool while the chicken was still in the oven and dessert, which was her famed peach cobbler, mostly made up and ready to go in once it was taken out. There was also a bowl of funfetti sugar cookies cookies that had been made ahead of time with Maddy herself in case it cobbler wasn't much of his thing and she'd made sure to get a decent tub of vanilla bean ice cream. All together, the house smelled wonderful (so she hoped) and Sam had been happily playing with the ten year old until he'd heard someone coming to the door before the bell could be rung, barking excitedly.
Moving over to it after wiping her hands, Alana pulled it open and gave a warm, welcoming smile to the man. "You made it!"
she said with a light laugh, given the fact that the clouds overhead had burst into an early evening rain and while it wasn't a downpour, the drizzle had still been going off and on for hours on end. Naturally, Sam was happy to see the man, as the dog bounded right for him with happy barks and a blur of a tail wag. "Come on in."
Waving him along, she motioned for the living room, where he could wait, and wrapped an arm about her daughter, who'd tucked herself in against her mom's waist. "Maddy, this is Marcus Becket, the man who found Sam for us."
Smiling sweetly, she set her hand atop the ten year old's head. "This is Madelyn."
After looking him over, Maddy offered up a hand to shake, studying the man almost intently. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Becket."
Afterwards, she painted a light, not necessarily forced smile, on her face. "Thank you for finding him."
[OOC: The meal
, the cookies
, the house