[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]

Valkyrie didn't like Maggie. She didn't trust anyone that had a lot of secrets or was the gatekeeper of sorts. She'd been that person before and she knew that people shouldn't have trusted her during that part of her life. So, under the thin pretense of donuts (okay, the donuts were delicious and a legit reason to come) she stopped by.

She even came as Valkyrie, all done up in leathers, just for the visit. What she saw on the counter though made her eyes go a bit wide and her heart beat a bit faster.

"Is that a skull?"