@Pripyat Pony,
Cat leaned in and whispered in her ear, "You don't have to.. You know, use peoples' emotions, do you? I mean, I know that's how Changelings feed, am I right? It wouldn't drain someone's energy too much, would it? If not, I'd rather you used me than some stranger."
@GeneralDirection
"Thank ye." He took his seat and mumbled a few curses under his breath. Chloe walked behind the bar and up to him with a smile on her face. "Mornin' Mr. Cavanaugh. What can I get ye?"
"I'll just take a pint. How's your father doin?"
"He's still fine," Chloe responded, grabbing a glass and pouring the Guinness about halfway.
"I'm alright too, though I'm gon to have to leave early today."
"Why's that?"
"I've got to figure out what to do with this one," she said, nodding toward Rainbow.
"Just drop her off with the Gardaí. They'll know what to do with this one."
"I can't do that." She leaned in and said, "She's a bit of an odd one. I don't think you'd understand if I tried to explain it to you."
"Right, like I couldn't understand any of you youth." Chloe just nodded her head. "I'm 'hip'! I might need a new one though, but I am."
Chloe smiled and topped off his drink. "Okay sir."
She ran back to tell her sister she was going now, then came back and told Rainbow that they were getting out of here
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(Say goodbye to your tv by the way. She may have cracked the display.)
Corsica looked up and moved her hands to her sides. "Ah, you're Prench, right? Bonjour Summer. And I was looking at this new body. What are these things? Claws," she asked, pointing to her fingers. "I know dragons and griffons have them. Oh, and these." She held the two lumps on her chest and continued. "What are they?"