Viking Spread Takout

Summary:
January 04 2015: Kate invites Fenris over for a old fashioned Viking meal.

Kate's Loft

Kate's Apartment is a nice loft in New York, in which currently resides a great deal of delicious food.


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Kate has been doing a lot of work lately. A lot of training. And a few things may have slipped through the cracks. Things like explaining to the person she called when Damian died how he's a little less…dead now. So once she had a few spare minutes, she took the time to pull together an actual meal. Sort of. After all, proper thanks sort of escaped her, too. Spread out on the counter at her loft apartment is a solid, Viking-style meal of smoked meat and roast vegetables, along with a few bottles of mead. Only once that's ready does she send out a text to Fenris.

« Hey, you hungry? » Along with a picture of the spread, of course.

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Fenris likes Kate. He also hasn't had a proper Viking spread in about 1400 years. So when he gets the text he can't help but chuckle a little and open a Way to her appartment, pausing only to grab a gift for the host. It's traditional and he thinks she'll like etched iron arrowheads he'd been making. Sort of like trick arrows, but handy for things like ghosts and faeries and saytrs and such, since she seems to run into them often enough.

"Hello Kate." His voice rumbles as he comes through. "That does look quite delicious. To what do I owe the pleasure of the invite?"

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"I kind of figured I owed you," Kate admits, hopping off the arm of the couch when he shows up to meet him with a grin. "You know. Emergency calls. That sort of thing. Besides, I hadn't heard from you in a while. And I read this article in a magazine about a restaurant in midtown that was trying this sort of thing, and I was like, you know who'd probably appreciate that? Fenris." Not only does she grin, but she even tries to give him a hug. "How've you been?"

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It might not surprise Kate that Fenris not only accepts the hug, but hugs her back as well. It certainly would surprise most others who have known him. Fenris is largely an impersonal beast and while he's polite enough, there aren't many mortals he'll consider friends at any given time. There certainly aren't many now, but Kate ranks high among them. "Well that was kind of you to think of and it does look and smell delicious." Cooking's changed a lot since this kind of thing was first instituted and while a lot of it's for the better, nothing beats plain old smoked roast beast in Fenris' opinion.

"I've been alright. Keeping an eye on magic and the area. I had a run in with your mirror witch last night. She still lives, sadly." Though she wasn't real happy when it was done.

"And how have you been?"

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Kate goes still when he mentions Veruca, brows rising. "Well, now I'm a little disappointed," she answers with forced lightness, a wry smile curving. "Things've been…okay. Complicated. Really, really complicated. I'm looking into upping the security here," she adds, waving a finger around the apartment as she goes to open one of the bottles of mead. "Damian showed up, pretty…not dead. Although I don't think he was entirely okay. He didn't seem like himself. But it was Damian, and…you know. I didn't. I've always. I figured he just needed some space, you know? You can't force him. Then his grandfather showed up to let me know he'd have me killed if I tried to get in touch with Damian again. Which normally, I'd ignore, because screw that, I'm not taking orders from random people about who I can hang out with. But he's also sort of in charge of an entire group of assassins, so he could probably follow through on that. And also, I've always believed Damian needed to make his own decisions, and me showing up to tell him he isn't, wouldn't help. And then Clint and I…" She coughs, flushing and pouring two glasses of mead. "Yeah, so, complicated."

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Fenris growls low. It's instinct, mostly. Mess with what a wolf considers it's own and it gets upset with you. There's no harm done yet though and now he knows to be watchful. "Assassins mmmm? I may or may not know something of that. I'll keep an eye out for you, if you like." Both an ear to the ground and an eye on her apartment and place of business.

"You and Clint though?" Has she mentioned Clint… ah yes, the other archer. Always getting hurt. That's him. "Is that news you care to share or private?" He'd undertand both, bringing over the mugs Kate has set out so the mead can be poured. Two mugs. Cause there are two of them, yes?

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"Yeah, I'm sort of still working that out," Kate admits with a rueful smile, pouring for both. "I mean, I'm not ashamed of him. I- I've cared about Clint for a long time. And for all his shortcomings, he's pretty awesome when it comes down to it. I just don't want him to catch flak for it, you know? Because of the age difference. And he trained me. Is that a thing that's a new issue in the world?" she asks, passing one of the mugs to Fenris.

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"One of the older ones." Fenris admits, taking one mug and raising it to the hostess and his friend. "Don't worry too much about it. If he's a decent man, and it sounds like he is, he'll be alright. As will you, I'm sure."

The Wolf takes a deep pull at the mug. Must be half of it. Mmmmmmm. Honey Mead. Good Honey Mead too. Some breweries like to play at making old world recipies but Kate seems to have found some of the genuine article. "Aaaaah that's good. Shall we have a seat?"

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"I didn't think we were exactly the first people for it to happen to," Kate says with a crooked smile, bringing the bottle over to the table where the food is spread out. "It's just one more thing right now, though. One more amazing thing," she adds quickly. "I'm so not complaining. Really. It's just that life's been a little bit crazy." Settling in, she takes a sip of her own mead. "Also, I hear your dad's in town."

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"Ah yes…" Fenris sighs. "I've heard rumors to that effect as well…" He makes a small face and begins to plate up some food for himself and Kate. "Ordinarily I'd caution you against dealings with him, but you've a good head on your shoulders so I won't bore you with it." One plate is passed over and he fills up his own and sits down. "You do tend to be rather connected, don't you?" The wolf grins at her.

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"Please, I grew up around rich people and businessmen," Kate waves a hand. "It's practically the church of trickster gods. I know better than to try to get into that ring, thanks. SHIELD, on the other hand, not as much," she adds, wiggling her hand from side to side. "They're pretty sure he's a major threat. I think if a god wanted to be a major threat, he'd be a major threat and there's probably not a lot SHIELD could do about it."

At his question, she breaks into a grin. "You could say that." She pokes at a few root vegetables, dropping them onto her plate before going in for some of the meat. "I talk to people. I try to understand them. I think that's the biggest part of it, honestly."

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"More or less, you have it." Fenris nods, tucking into the food. Mmmmm, that's good. "Were I to use my full strength I might be stopped, but it would take the full weight of the world's military might to do so and even then…" Multiple nuclear strikes, ordinance beyond measure. It'd be bad, for sure.

"Perhaps it is, Kate, though I think your sincerity helps. You're honest. That's what I appreciate about you most. Humans spend much of their time concealing what they actually think or feel about something for the sake of social conventions. It's refreshing to know exactly where you stand with someone."

Another bite. "Are you planning on joining SHIELD then? You were undecided last we spoke." Beat. "Oh and if I'm prying just tell me so. I'll stop."

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"Not SHIELD. Not exactly." Kate takes a bite of the meat, brows rising as she tastes it. "Oh, hey. This is good. Like, really good. Anyhow, SHIELD. I'm definitely not joining SHIELD. You know, Clint had a run-in with some woman who got all mind-controlly on him, and a freaking quinjet shows up, a medical team hops out, they scan him, and they tagged him with a bracelet! I'm not signing up for any organization that thinks it's cool to tag me like some sort of lion on the Serengeti, you know?" She takes a sip of mead, shaking her head. "That said? I'm going to try this Justice League: Avengers thing. It's…SHIELD-adjacent, but supposed to be autonomous. More importantly, it's going to be public. It'll be a chance to reach more people."

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"Ah." Fenris nods. SHIELD, and organizations like it don't bother him per se, but he recognizes the limitations any organization that depends so much on secrecy must necessarily have. "Well I wish you luck with that, Kate. As I've told you before, I think you really do have the heart and soul of a hero. Not many people like you come along. A few in a generation, if you're lucky."

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"Oh, I think there are more than that," Kate smiles faintly, propping her chin up on one hand. "All they need is the right chance." How'd that work out for Damian, Kate? "People have it inside themselves. It's there. You see it when big things happen. Disasters. The hard part is getting people to do it when it's every day, when it's the little things. But they can. You should see Clint's apartment building," she points with her fork. "Those people come together. Granted, I think Clint helps. He sort of inspires them. But that building comes together when someone needs something. And honestly, you know, I think that's all it takes."

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Fenris nods, knowing what she's talking about. "Mmmm. I agree." He leans back in his seat a litle and takes another sip of mead. "But without that point of inspiration, without that light, they never do it. Hence, only a few. Heroes, the way I think of them Kate, are not powerful for their might or skill or bravery. The ability to inspire those around them is what marks a real hero. Most of the ones I've known have been very ordinary men and women… who just did the right thing and got others to follow."

Kate takes a few more bites, smile lingering. "Well, thank you. For that. And for coming when Damian…you know. I'm not sure how I would have handled it if I'd had to sit there alone until the team came in," she admits.

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"You're welcome." Fenris returns that smile and takes a few more bites of that delicious smoked meat and vegetables. "I'm sorry I could not do more. And I'm sorry that he was not… the same when he came back." He lets out a sigh and looks up. "It's possible that whatever he went through changed him. He was gone when I arrived Kate. His soul had left his body and no one comes back from that kind of thing without a few scars. Deep ones. But… it's also possible he was strong enough to make it back with his sanity intact, and just decided to take another path. Whatever the case, I wish it had turned out differently." Even gods don't actually get everything sorted out the way they wish.

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"I don't know what happened," Kate shakes her head. "I wish…I wish it had turned out differently. I wish I could have been enough. But I meant what I said about how he needs to be free. That matters. That's what I wanted him to be from the first time we met. I wanted him to be free to make his choices. I can't take that back just because he didn't choose the way I wanted." She wrinkles her nose, stabbing at a carrot. "Doesn't mean I have to like it. Or let the woman who killed him keep breathing. Did you at least leave her in a few pieces?"

"She dropped through a puddle of her own blood. And manipulated one of my Ways. She has an innate connection to bridges between places." Fenris muses and then glacnes up, grinning a bit savagely. "I did get a bit of her blood. And our next meeting is going to be on my terms. Not hers." Some place, like oh, the middle of a forest with no reflective surfaces for miles.

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Kate taps her temple and points back and forth between them. "My thoughts exactly," she agrees. "A couple arrows through the eyes from a distance when she's not expecting it. Another through the heart. A couple through the hands. And let the bitch burn. Definitely burning. Observed. To ashes. And grid the bones. And mix them with some cement. And shoot it out into space." Let nobody say Kate doesn't intend to be thorough.

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"I'd like to take her to my Sister. We don't often see eye to eye. But she does like it when I drop off 'gifts from time to time." Kate may or may not have read that Fenris' sister is the ruler of the Norse underworld. Hel is one cold, cold woman. "I will say this. If this woman is at all affiliated with some manner of assassins we will need to plan our moves carefully. People like that throughout history don't just get what they want by murdering. They get it by putting pressure where it will hurt the most. Which is why I am going to give you… this."

Fenris offers up a bloody handkercheif out of his pocket. "This is her blood. Freshly bled. You have contacts they don't know about but as of last night they do know about me, so if somehow I get taken out of play, you still have a chance."

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Kate eyes the handkerchief for a long moment. There are so many things she'd like to do with that. She does have contacts. And she has enough of a clue about magic to suspect that someone's blood can be extremely useful. "That's a big pile of temptation right there, Fenris," she says quietly, pushing up from her chair to pull a ziplock bag out of a drawer.

"Also, how do you know they won't try to get to you through me?" She holds out the bag, open, for the bloody deposit. "And, by the way, if they do, you should totally crush them. Way worth it."

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"I'll keep that in mind." Fenris smiles a bit fiercely. If Kate didn't know that he'd react rather poorly to her being threatened, she does now. "And I don't know that. They may. But so far, based on what you've told me, this woman has focused on you. I fought her. She's obsessive and insane. She has to be working with someone to keep her on track, otherwise she'd devolve into a killing spree that's horrific but nothing more than that." He's studied psychology a bit. Okay, a lot.

"If you don't want it I'll hold it until it's ready for use. But I think it highly likely that I've not seen the last of them, and while I don't have many pressure points, they do exist."

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"According to the last time I ran into her, actually, I'm not worthy," Kate says with a flicker of amusement. "Which is fine by me. It means she's not looking for me, not expecting me." She zips the bag closed, considering it for a moment. "Probably not going to keep it here, since I've already seen it's not exactly secure against them. Don't want to leave it somewhere with potential victims, either. If she's connected to in between places, Constantine's place is probably not ideal." Pursing her lips, she shakes her head, then tosses the bag into her gym bag. "Going to have to think about that one."

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"Of course." Fenris nods. "Let me know if I can help." He takes a deep breath. "Now, on to more pleasant topics, I do have something for you."

The Old Wolf pulls out a bundle of arrow tips. Iron, inscribed with norse runes. "Trick arrows. You use technological ones, but you have nymphs staying at your shelter and I thought it might be handy to have something that'd work on the odd ghost or other irritating boyfriend."

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Kate's brows rise, and she grins broadly as she reaches out to take the tips. "Yeah?" she asks. "Don't get me wrong, I really hope I don't have to go into battle against any ghosts. But these are really cool," she says, taking a closer look at the tips. "Cold iron?" she guesses as she looks back up.

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"Hand forged and beaten." Fenris grins. "And rune inscribed so they'll work as the bane of anything you're dealing with, so long as it's paranormal." He takes another sip of mead. "After that fight where you put down the Saytr I started working on them. They're calling you Daughter of Zeus now, you know. In the alleys and paranormal grapevine."

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"Well that's going to be awkward," Kate laughs, flushing slightly. "I tried that line on a creepy dude running his own cult, and he sort of laughed at me. On the other hand, I sort of interrupted him beating up on the Flash, so…a minute of distraction was really all I was going for." She takes one of the heads out of the bag, inspecting the base of it for practical attachment. "Thanks, Fenris," she looks up with a grin. "I've got a feeling these are going to come in handy."

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"The Flash?" Fenris smiles broadly. "You do know everyone don't you?" He polishes off the food on his plate and pours another mead for the two of them. "I hope you don't get tangled into the magical world more than you want to, but as things stand you do seem to be rather… mmm… entrenched in this world. And doing rather well. I just want to see you kick the next Saytr's ass who tries to pull a fast one at your Shelter back to Olympus." He winks. "Never did care much for the Greeks."

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"They're not so bad," Kate shrugs. "Well. Phobos wasn't so bad. To be fair, he didn't have great things to say about his family." She pauses then, laughing sheepishly. "Yeah, I guess I do know everyone. Just about. I'm a little short on the mutant side, aside from the Red Team, though. Which…" She pauses, rubbing a hand at her brow. "I should probably see about finding someone who can help with mental stuff, actually, now that you mention it. After Clint got whammied. I mean, you're right. I know a lot of people. If someone got in my head? That could go really wrong."

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"I can. If you know a good telepath that might be better but failing that…" Fenris grins a bit and shrugs one shoulder. "Magic fixes a lot of things. I can knock people's minds back into shape. Sometimes it hurts. But most of the time it works. If you ever need it bring me hair, blood, a bit of clothing. Or I'll come myself." Magic doesn't fix everything but it does give a wolf a lot of options.

"If you're worried about being compromised there may be something to be done about that too. I'll look into it. Magic can interfere with psyichic probes though I've never really looked into it."

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"I was mostly sticking with hitting him in the head," Kate deadpans. "In my defense, it did work. Also, he shot me, so it was fair turnabout. Taser arrow," she adds quickly, lest the wolf take offense on her behalf. "Whammied. Big time. If you can help me train on that, though? That would be awesome. I really don't want anyone mucking about up here," she says, tapping a finger at her temple.

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Fenris chuckles though at the thought of Kate hitting Clint or her understanding of his slightly lupine temperament is unclear. "I can train you on that yes. We'll meet for it, if you'd like. Takes time but there's ways to cheat on that as well." Space and time and portals. How do they work?

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"I'm pretty sure keeping people out of my head is one of those things I'd rather not cheat at," Kate chuckles, dropping back into her chair to take another sip of the mead. "This stuff is crazy good," she observes, peering down into the mug. "How did this ever go out of style?"

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Fenris grins. "Well, we'll do it the old fashioned way." He glances down at the spread and takes another drink and helps himself to more meat. "People stopped having the time to make it, or put the priorities for their time elsewhere. But clearly, it hasn't completely gone out of style. You found it. Or did you make it? Either way very well done."

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"Oh, I found it," Kate says with a crooked smile. "Turns out everything old is new again. There's a place out in midtown where the chef got a degree in history, spends a lot of time recreating things. It's sort of hipster, but they're all about having more of a connection with the food. Since it ends up with this…" Trailing off, she lifts her mug. "I don't think I can really make fun of them for it. I'll give you the address, you can stop by."

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"Well that does happen and… mmm… there's something to be said about having a connection to the food. Me?" Fenris winks at Kate. "I like the connection to be that I eat it. Either way I'd be happy to have the address to the place and if you don't mind the company of a very old wolf, I would not mind sharing other meals with you from time to time."

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"Grandmother, what big teeth you have," Kate grins at that, pulling out her phone to send a text of the name and the address. "I don't mind the company of an old wolf in the least. As a matter of fact, you're sort of my favorite old wolf. Call it a trade, yeah? You can come and help me practice keeping my mind my mind, and when we're done, we can go out and I'll buy you dinner. Deal?"

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"Deal." Fenris grins. He's only known a handful of mortals in two thousand years and none who liked him quite this much. He's more than happy to help her do what she does best, which she can do by, you know, being herself. "Also maybe you teach me a thing or two about shooting a bow and I might have a few tricks I picked up over the centuries about blade play."

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"What could I possibly teach you about using a bow?" Kate exclaims. "Don't tell me you're several thousand years old and you never picked it up. If you never picked it up, then we're so heading out to the range. I doubt it'd take you much to get the hang of it. I told Vorpal the same thing. Bows aren't complicated. They're sticks and string. It's strength and practice, and I'm pretty sure you've got strength covered."

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"I've shot plenty of bows, but you've got a gift and I've always preferred getting up close and personal. Call it it a wolfy holdover. One of my friends made me some special guns but sometimes you want to deliver a payload or… be quieter… or make a statement. And it's fun. But I don't need to tell you that." He pauses. "How did you get into it anyway, if I may ask?"

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Kate's eyes dance at that question. "Summer camp," she answers with a laugh. "Interlochen. I also play the cello." Of course she does. It's probably best for the world that Kate doesn't actually have any superpowers. "And I picked up fencing around the same time. Martial arts and boxing were a little bit later. Guns, I don't do so much. Clint's made sure I've got the general idea, though."

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Fenris chuckles. "Summer camp. Of course." And cello. Well, it had to be that bass or violin. The only instruments you play with a bow. "Well I see. I can teach you blade play if it's a thing you're interested in. Might come in handy every once in a while. Even Legolas puts down the bow sometimes." So… apparently Fenris as head the Lord of the Rings… or seen the movies.

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"I'm pretty good with a blade," Kate grins. "I mean, it's not my usual weapon of choice. Although I could use some work with heavier blades," she muses. "With a rapier or a saber, I could make Olympic level if I wanted. With anything bigger…" She trails off, wiggling her hand from side to side. "I'm not sure how I hold up against something like the ever-popular katana."

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Fenris regards Kate speculatively. "Rapier's are precision weapons. But they're delicate. Sabers are heavy chopping blades. Sturdy, but not quick. Well, comparatively. Those are very different styles…" He thinks. "I usually use a mix of roman training and German long point. Long blades that work from 'the bind.' Controlling the enemy's blade while yours is touching it. Anyway, a lot of it depends on what kind of blade you want to carry. If you're good enough to be very comfortable with more than one style, then I might need to track you down some moonsilver…"

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Kate's smile quirks, amused. "I sort of jokingly told Clint the other day that other people's schticks are kind of my thing," she chuckles. "I see things, I pick them up. I learn to make it work." She takes another sip of the mead, looking rather content now that there's plenty of it in her stomach.

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It's a state that Fenris prefers. And he's not had a chance to indulge in it in a while. "Moonsilver isn't very magical. But it can reshape itself based on your needs if worked right. It's the only way I can think of to give you a rapier and a saber and a long sword." And it makes fun jewelry. Okay it's not exactly cutting edge of fashion but he likes it. Little silver chain on his neck.

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"How does that qualify as not very magical?" Kate laughs at that description, smile flashing. "I'm pretty sure blades that turn into whatever you need are pretty damned magical." She leans back in her chair, giving the mug a swirl and bracing one knee against the edge of the table.

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The old wolf chuckles. "Well, they're not very magical by the standards of things like Mjolnir or a certain other magical sword carried by a certain other magical woman I know. But it also means they can go unnoticed where other things would stand out to people with magical senses. So they don't come looking for you. Which is a good thing mostly."

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"True," Kate agrees, popping out of her seat with just a little bit of a wobble to her step. "They had a baklava sort of dessert thing," she says from the fridge. "I have no idea how accurate it is, but it sounded pretty delicious."


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