Honey? You okay?" Greg stared over at Alice, trying his best to nod. "I think so?" He'd made it here. Finally. After ten days. It almost felt good, wandering through his store, seeing the books, the stones and statues and odd little knick-knacks. The life he'd created for himself after the move. "Well, it's good to see you here..." "Yeah. It was a good, long walk. Winter's coming." "Christmas, yeah? You going to put up your tree with the organ ornaments?" Alice's eyes flew open and her mouth made an "o." "Oh, lord and lady. Greg. Honey, I'm. Oh. Oh, that was..." Greg blinked a second and started laughing, deep and hard, all the tired muscles from his walk protesting, but his heart just tickled as hell. Alice started laughing with him, plopping down on the stool behind the register. God, if anyone came in right now they'd think both of them were drunk or crazed. Possibly both. Speak of the devil, the little bell over the door rang, and in came Artie, looking at them both with this wide-eyed stare, tie almost up under one ear.
