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Really easily. They only gotta know your number and anyone can sign you up for anything. I could go on the dirtiest porn site ever and just put your number into the sign up box.

[Beepbeepboop, checking through call settings, angling the phone so she can keep an eye on him behaving himself and not looking through all her other messages.]

If it's all from the same number, we can just block it. If it's not then... we got a problem that might mean changing your number.

[Pfft.] Good to know. You're my first suspect if anything triple x shows up.

And- it seems to be a single source, yes. [One of those 5 digit automatic texting services. She's watching less to see that he behaves and more so she can do this herself in the future if necessary.]

[Just grinning at the prospect of porn texts, because he totally would do it.]

Yeah, you got lucky. [Just going to the block list aaand...]

There. All done. No more Capricorns.

[And then she could judge his taste in porn.

Gonna reach over and pluck that phone out of his hands now so she can shove it back in her pocket.]

Peace at last! That was simpler than I thought.

Will you stay and have a drink?

Uh, duh. I'm only here for the drinks with you. It's not like I was desperate to fix a phone.

[Forever the charmer.]

What do I get in return?

Don't be greedy. You're already getting a drink in my company. [Which she's flagging down the bartender for as they speak and pushing her own empty glass forward for a replacement.]

You're paying, right? That makes all the difference.

[He did just spend a whole two minutes sorting out her totally difficult phone problem, after all.]

Yes, I'll take care of it. [Which does not mean that she's paying, necessarily. She waves a hand.] Go nuts.

You're the best. [Best date ever. This is totally a date, right?]

So you not got phones where you come from or something?

[He is free to interpret it that way. At his question, she sighs. She knew this was going to come up.]

We have phones. We even have cellular phones. I just didn't use them.

You're not a hipster, are you? Seems there was a movement of those guys refusing to use modern technology like they're some kind of stylishly dressed Amish. But 'retro' to them was a brick phone from 15 years ago.

[Elsa is not 100% sure what a hipster even is.]

No. [A small frown.] I'm a mage.

It's hard to describe, but things like that- phones, computers, they clash with the magic somehow. Gives me a headache using them. Makes my skin crawl.

[Not knowing what a hipster is is totally hipster.]

Holy crap, do you know Harry Potter? Do you call my kind muggles? [Because all magic user types that don't use technology are totally from that universe.]

Hilarious. No and no. Nor do I ride a broomstick, melt in the rain, or worship Satan. [Just covering all the witch stereotypes. She does sort of own a black cat though.]

But you do have ruby slippers, right? I mean, they'd be pretty stylish.

[At least he's choosing popular enough references that even she gets them.]

Are you implying that I'm wicked, Jeff?

[He's being kind.]

All the best people are.

[And that's a perfectly wicked little grin he's offering.]

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i am the latest

it's ok bc this comment is gold

no you

hush

:DD