Gargoyles' 'verse: The Castle: Shopping Trip (Probably Lacking in Doom)

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Guinevere materialized in the courtyard of the castle with a nervous look, afraid for a moment that it hadn't actually worked.  After all, the one courtyard looked pretty much like the other.

Though, truth be told, she'd be nervous anyway.  The very idea of simply going out into public--shopping, Franklin had called it--was beyond strange to her.  She was from a time when her kind were tolerated at best, not unlike some kind of mangy watchdog that the humans kept.  Useful, but not at all important.  And times were not much better several centuries in the future.  Could it all have changed so much here?

And there was the scarier notion that somewhere out there in this universe, there might still exist a Demona.  The one from the universe she now called home was removed from things, forever sealed in sleeping stone.  But here...  could she face herself, if it came down to it?  She did not know.

And then there were her emerging feelings for Franklin...

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He offered her another, then turned his head as he caught another scent.

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Guinevere happily took the next one, and took a bite. She noticed that something had caught his attention. "What is it?"

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His grin widened. "I smell hotdogs."

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"Strange things," she commented. "I have never had one, though Elisa swears by them. She frequently sends Owen to purchase some from street vendors."

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"You've never had one?" He froze with his last skewer halfway to his mouth to look at her with wide eyes of dismay.

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"No," she said, and shook her head. "Broadway often accuses me of, how did he put it... 'not having a very refined palette'."