And I’ll face all the evils that our love will surely bring [scrooge x magica]

[blackmagicduck]

 Experimental spells were called that for good reason - they weren't things one did without fully knowing and understand its powers. But Magica was many things when she had screamed that incantation - narcissistic and desperate, to start with. It turned out being all-powerful meant nothing when you weren't all-knowing, and the spell had backfired spectacularly. It was a sheer miracle she'd come out of unharmed... for the most part.

The injuries to her body looked worse than they really were, and given her magic, they'd heal quickly. The real issue was her head, as she hadn't woken up in days. Finally, mercifully, she began to wake up, though that in of itself felt like a long, painful process. It hurt just to open her eyes, and thus took her several attempts, the light in the room giving her a headache. She struggled, keeping at it, moaning quietly, her vision initially blurry.

When she could finally make her surroundings - or at least the ceiling, as she still didn't have the strength to move her head just yet - she didn't recognize it. This wasn't where she was supposed to be. She was supposed to be...

... Ah. Hm. Uh.

"Where... am I?"

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[blackmagicduck]

"... Define reasonable." She was hoping to see at least three zeroes on the menu, slowly walking inside. Maybe this was some secret hideaway for billionaires, with the kitchy outside as a disguise to keep peasants away.

[richestduck]

A full plate filled with good food for less than five euros.

[Scrooge licks his beak at the thought.

[blackmagicduck]

"Less than five euros?!" What were they eating, prison food?! Were they going to pick rags for her clothes out of a dumpster next?

"I thought you were rich!"

Sorry for the random format last tag.

[richestduck]

"I run a multi-trillion-dollar business," Scrooge said matter-of-factly. "However, I didn't get to be rich by spending money frivolously. Who wants to spend three hundred dollars for a single bite?"

He lead the way to a table, this being a "seat yourself" restaurant.

no worries~

[blackmagicduck]

"I DO!" Magica whined, almost needing to be dragged to her chair. Caviar... champagne... "I don't believe this! Don't you think I deserve just a little bit more? I almost died!"

Okay, now she was milking it, but she felt she earned a right to complain. Whining was natural to her with or without memories.

[richestduck]

"I am giving you more! A full plate with unlimited breadsticks!"

You weren't going to win this fight, Magica.

[blackmagicduck]

Magica whined again, sliding into her seat after Scrooge chose a table. This was so unfair! Why couldn't she be friends with a rich guy who wasn't a penny-pincher? Why would she be friends with him, period, if he was like this?

"I'm starting to lose my appetite..."

[richestduck]

"Trust me, it'll perk right back up when you try the ravioli." He picked up his menu and began browsing through it. "Though maybe you should get the sampler plate to see what things you like."

[blackmagicduck]

With a heavy sigh, Magica reluctantly lifted the menu to read it. "Fiiine...I suppose it's better than starving..." But just barely. She shuddered to think where they would have been staying if there wasn't that whole issue with the villa. Maybe he lived in some rusty shack instead of a big fancy mansion! Gods help her!

"... Not even one glass of champagne?"

[richestduck]

"...I suppose one glass wouldn't hurt," Scrooge relented. "But depends on the price per glass."

He was paying for all this after all.

[blackmagicduck]

"You can spare one glass!" Magica instantly perked up, eyes glittering. Maybe if she could get him to budge on this one issue, he'd be more open to, say, giving her an entire closet of expensive dresses!

"We're celebrating... me being alive! Isn't that a cause for celebration?"

[richestduck]

"One glass," Scrooge said firmly. Really, it was almost like talking to a child at times.

The waiter looked very confused when he reached the duo, obviously having never seen Scrooge McDuck in the company of a lady before.

[blackmagicduck]

Victory! if she could win here, she could win elsewhere! She clapped her hands a bit, pleased, before settling down.

"One glass. Now I think I can eat again!"

[richestduck]

"Good." Scrooge turned to the waiter. "My usual."

The waiter scribbled it down. "And you, ma'am?"

[blackmagicduck]

"A glass of your most expensive champagne," Magica answered before flipping the menu and pointing at, naturally, the priciest things. Even for a cheap restaurant, she was going to live high, dammit. " And this, this, this, and this."

And this is why you order for her.

[richestduck]

"Oh no you don't! And don't you write any of that nonsense down!" The last part he said sharply to the waiter.

He scowled as he looked at Magica. "You'll order what you can eat or you'll be the one washing dishes to pay for what's wasted!"

[blackmagicduck]

Dammit.

"You are no fun." Magica pouted, crossing her arms. After a big huff, she grumbled, "Small glass of cheap champagne. Sample platter."

Along with a few choice insults under her breath.

[richestduck]

Scrooge's feathers were still a bit ruffled but he nodded his approval as the waiter took their menus and hastily ran to get their orders filled.

"Was that so hard?" Scrooge asked dryly.

[blackmagicduck]

"Forgive me for wanting to live a little after having a near-death experience!" This actually felt somewhat familiar, this bantering. "Your friend makes a miraculous recovery, she's suffering from having lost all her memories, and you can't squeeze out a few extra cents to spoil her in her hour of need."

Again, she knew she was milking it and exaggerating things, but "drama" might've been in her bloodline.

[richestduck]

Scrooge rolled his eyes at that. "Honestly, I'm going to be giving you a new wardrobe and a place to sleep in a ludicrously-lavish hotel room. I'd think that counts."

Though it was interesting to see that she'd assumed they were friends. Perhaps in some twisted way they were. After all, she was one of the few people he hadn't outlived.

[blackmagicduck]

Magica squinted suspiciously. "Actual clothes, or cheap rags you're going to buy off some bum on the street?" If she wasn't going to get something that show off her great body, what was the point?

[richestduck]

"Actual clothes," Scrooge said simply. "They might not be designer or cost a small fortune, but they'll be well-made." He gestured to his broadcloth coat. "I originally picked this up for ten dollars, and it's lasted me literally decades. Only had to patch the elbows a few times along with sewing back together a few tears."

[blackmagicduck]

Magica might have taken it a bit better if he finished before mentioning the decades-long outfit he was wearing. "I am not going to wear the same dress for ten plus years! Are you nuts?!"

Maybe that's how long her memory would be lost, but dang it all, she should have some choice in how she would live her "new" life! "And if you think for a second I'm going to wear someone else's hand-me-downs I'm going to need way more than a small glass of champagne to get over this day!" Thank goodness this town wasn't heavily populated, as all that yelling would've definitely gotten some attention.

[richestduck]

Well, technically she already had...

He rolled his eyes as the waiter brought back their drinks: water for him, champagne for her.

"Is the scene really necessary?"

[blackmagicduck]

Not by choice!

Magia huffed, snatching the glass. She was tempted to down the whole thing, but if she was only being allowed one, she'd have to make it last, and sipped it. "Hmph." And she let it drop at that, for now.