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Originally Posted by Felixir  The offer to help tidy up was exceptionally endearing, in Zeke's opinion. He, of course, was in no rush to do any cleaning just yet. Despite the fact that he bordered on obsessive when it came to keeping things organised and, of course, clean, he seldom cleaned up the detritus of matched or unmatched wands until after his customers had gone on their way. There were naturally some obvious exceptions to that, such as fire, or something like smoke which got in everyone's way, or anything that caused moderate to severe discomfort.
All this to say, he was in no hurry to see to the plant-dust, but he did meet the boy's offer to help with another warm smile. "Oh, there's no need. I do appreciate your offer, of course, but I can get it sorted out in a jiffy once we're done. Not to worry at all."
He, too, was just as eager to see the boy matched with a wand, and watched as he took up the second one to test it. "That's a good sign," he said, with an encouraging nod. Though, really, Zeke was ready to bet almost anything that this would be the right one, even just based on that comment alone.
And... yep. Oh, he was sure of it now, and he was just on the point of making such a declaration when those beautiful vines started to go rogue. Those products of magic that Zeke did make a point of addressing during the wand fitting process? This would be a prime example of that.
"Merlin's beard," he murmured, and drew his own wand just as the boy... went toppling over. Help is on the way, dear! Zeke crouched down beside the boy and, with a wordless wave of his wand, cast a spell to make those vines go still and loosen enough that they might pull him free. "Are you alright, my lad?" Just... well, making sure. Though Zeke was still fairly sure they had a match, he thought it good form to make sure the boy was at least back on his feet before he started spewing wand facts at him.
Best to ask than assume! Or so he thought when it came to an attempt to pay it forward to someone who was doing such a great deed for you. A deed that, granted, they were also being paid for so it wasn't exactly a totally selfless act but still. Wouldn't be wand fittings without wandmakers and you could just imagine the chaos of underaged magic and even grown magic if everyone was tasked with finding or making their own. Probably, unless on that path society had evolved in such a way that wandlore was as common sense as one plus one equating two. Regardless, Nyle offered an appreciative couple of nods before his fitting resumed and...well...now here he was on the floor being tickled by leaves and flowers. Well, at least for a little bit because the wandmaker had done something to make the flora stop and now he was wiggle worming his way out of them and scrambling to his feet.
"I'm fine," he assured the man with some rapid nodding of the head. "Wonderful...even...I think? As wonderful as someone can be after being tackled by a plant and then tickled by it anyway...." And really, it could have been a whole lot worse if had managed to conjure a flesh-eating plant so, really, it had been a very pleasant experience overall! "Most...people probably stay on their feet while being matched with their wand though, right?" Nyle wasn't embarrassed, it would take a lot for him to be so while trying something new when the probability of failing was typically at its highest, but perhaps feeling just a tad sheepish as was indicated by the flush to his cheeks - or maybe that was because he had been laughing so much he could barely breathe a few moments ago. "That was some impressive nonverbal magic, sir. Thank you."
His hand empty, because he had lost his grip on the handle during the whole ticklefest, Nyle quickly crouched down to pick the wand back up ... Nyle-size floral arrangement and all. To his surprise, the morning glory vines began to slowly creep back in to the tip of the wand like someone slowly retracting their fishing line. "So...does this mean that...this wand has a playful personality?" he inquired as he peeked over at the wandmaker. "And...it wants to play with me?"
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