"Poor boy." She gives him plenty of scritches and pets, as all good dogs deserve. And all dogs were good dogs, it was just a fact.
The atmosphere in the kitchen, in this entire day, is so weird. There's something hanging between them that she can't see, but she can feel it. She doesn't particularly care for it, either. Maybe Eames will clear it up once they have their tea.
Or not.
"So you heard about this new vampire that's moved into town?" She asks him. "She's Greek, by way of, of all places, Staten Island. I've heard rumors she's actually got a human familiar, somehow." It's a little unnerving, truthfully. Of course, Bill was, on paper, her familiar, too.
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The atmosphere in the kitchen, in this entire day, is so weird. There's something hanging between them that she can't see, but she can feel it. She doesn't particularly care for it, either. Maybe Eames will clear it up once they have their tea.
Or not.
"So you heard about this new vampire that's moved into town?" She asks him. "She's Greek, by way of, of all places, Staten Island. I've heard rumors she's actually got a human familiar, somehow." It's a little unnerving, truthfully. Of course, Bill was, on paper, her familiar, too.