[Open - Irish Coffee]

[bobdaskull]

There was something to be said for our current residence. Most of that something was wrapped up in the young woman currently in the kitchen baking something or other. While she had yet to give in to my preference to be set on the floor under her counter, I was nothing if not optimistic about a change of heart.

Unlike Harry, she found me charming. It was a nice change. She also looked better in a skirt, which was a plus in any situation.

The young druid and I had spent the morning talking and sharing magic knowledge and now she was doing whatever she did to make the place smell good enough to make me wish I could still eat and I was propped on her counter, watching the varieties of humans and what she called preters both on the street and in the cafe itself.

All of which was better than a dank basement in a cold Chicago boarding house.

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[kevlarcorset]

"Warlocks, gods, sorcerors, zombies, witches, demons, vampires, werewolves, fae... pretty much everything you could think of. I'm very exciting to attack," she said with a nod. It was the truth, although sometimes she wondered if she should have done something more with her life.

[bobdaskull]

"And who could blame them for thinking that?" I said, tongue in cheek. Or would be, if I had one. "As you're still standing here, am I to assume you hold your own against the ghosties and ghoulies and long-legged beasties?"

[kevlarcorset]

"Generally," she said with a nod. Sometimes she had to call in reinforcements or backup, but that was more just to cover herself than anything else. She took risks, but she wasn't completely stupid.

"But I usually know when I might be in over my head."