Raphael's eyes sparkled at the "I'll think about it" invitation, and Daegan sighed. "Whatever..." he muttered before setting their plates in front of them.<br/><br/>"Seconds? I was hoping you'd ask!" he smiled as he gave them another plate full each. At the question of what was in it, he said, "A little cilantro in the eggs, and I added some of the wine from yesterday to the bacon grease while it was cooking."<br/><br/>An ID? Daegan thought about it for a moment and had an idea. "What's an ID look like?" he asked. once he saw one, he muttered in Archaic and a fake one appeared mirroring his face and having a false signature that read "Daegan M. Darshe" and one for Raphael that read, "Raphael Kreitor"<br/><br/>"Hmmm... too obvious?" he asked as the two girls read over the IDs he used his magic on them to see if it would make them believe the IDs were real.<span style="font-style: italic">~Just this once.~</span>he promised himself as the spell activated.<br/><br/>"A teacher huh? Wait... You want me to teach medieval history? You realize I would end up outdoing the other professors in accuracy of events right?" Daegan asked.<br/><br/>"What type of magic I have? Maybe if I ever get a reason to tell you I will, otherwise I don't want to have that kind of knowledge going around." Daegan said.<br/><br/>The gold and silver coins were worth much more than anticipated. "Huh... Did you just make two college students millionaires?" Raphael asked as they walked out of the (Shocked) gold buyer's store with fifteen million in cold hard cash. Daegan smirked. "The look on that merchant's face was worth all of it," He said simply as if that was a normal occurrence. He would be lying if he said he didn't miss those moments in life.<br/><br/>Five hours later Daegan was beginning to remember why he hated shopping with women. "For the last blasted time, we have quite enough clothing! gods and monsters this is insufferable!" he said, only loud enough to be heard by the four of them. Raphael was getting weird looks as his tail and ears were still out in the open. "What? Oh, these? I can't get rid of 'em! they're part of my duna."<br/><br/>"DNA, you idiot. you look like you belong in a whore cafe!" Daegan said aggravatedly.<br/><br/>"They're called maid cafes and I wouldn't mind being in one if Miss Alex came to visit." Raphael wiggled his eyebrows.<br/><br/>"I think I'm gonna hurl," Daegan said as they finally exited the clothing shop. "Oh right... where do I go to apply for this teaching job?"