A Can of Worms

Thanks to the awesome pimping powers of sparklebutch I've been watching Buffy recently. "Halloween" was one of the niftier eps so far. Today in chat sparklebutch mentioned a Buffy/Sentinel crossover where Ethan sold something to Blair and I asked with half of my brain active and other half just lazing around: "What, did Ethan got investigated for illegal costuming?" And immediately on the heels of that came the realisation that it'd be a rather logical (crack, most likely, but who cares) story premise to cast Ethan as one of those travelling-between-universes magic-shop-keepers from the Discworld universe (or, to use the Discworld scientific term, taberna vagantes *g*). Especially if one proscribes to the third theory for the existance of those, which postulates that they are a very clever way of sidestepping all kinds of lawas that prohibit dealing on Sundays.
The sad thing is that even if I knew Ethan well enough, I am not able to write Discworld much in the true tone of books, and though sparklebutch has no trouble with Ethan, he claims that he only ever writes one Discworld character, and I don't really see... (well, I can see, but maybe we'll not go into the ideas about Death, Ethan and dam weir bridge). In short, there's a plot bunny embryo feebly flopping around on the table between empty beer bottles and teacups ... does anyone have some blood to offer to feed the poor creature? Seems mine is the wrong type...

Apparently, the best way to get me writing is to send me to any kind of course. The second day into a course that should teach me to be a better salesperson, and in addition of combining Methos with a garden hose for cyberducks I've also managed to write three Discworld drabbles for unovis_lj's request in that old, old meme.
Here they are:
Tea
The Scumble Effect
Career Choice