“You touched it. I saw you. Your finger made contact and it’s no longer virgin wood from a forest swarming with blind monks who managed to cut it, carve it and ship it without human hands ever touching it. No, now it’s just an amusing knicknack, suitable as a gift for someone you despise. Pay up, buster.”
As the customer quailed, Giles wondered sadly if employing Anya had been wise. Had he created a monster?
“Have a nice day!”
She beamed at him as the door closed, her eyes sparkling. He had to smile back. Maybe not. Happiness suited her.
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