"Okay so yes, I have a giant bathtub and you don't?" Of which Bo had recent mildlysaddening reminder. "But I still say the room service makes up for it."
"No," Bo insisted. "It'd still be better than having to eat my own cooking even if I was paying for it. Not that I'm offering to pay for it." Just so they were clear there.
Mitchell laughed, sliding an arm around her waist. "I should have known you'd be a profiteer," he accused. "And I don't even get a decent bath in return."
"Bacon, Mitchell." Bo performed maneuver with that arm that was absolutely not snuggling into it, except it kind of was. "And various amenities o be named later."
Which he would have gotten at her place too, but shh.
"Could've gotten bacon at Turtle & Canary's and brought it back to your flat." Mitchell's chastising tone was probably not helped entirely by him leaning over to kiss her. Probably.
"Of course I know how to cook bacon. I just don't have a stove." Bo squirmed around a bit so that she could reach the nearest plate and snatch a piece of somebody-else-cooked bacon off it before turning back to eyeroll at him. "Plus I'd have had to put on clothes."
"Fair enough," Bo said, though only after she'd tried to snatch it back and failed. "So," she added, rearranging her limbs so she could sit up a bit more, "Did George and Nina kick you out so they could have the hotel to themselves and the ghost they pretend isn't listening to them have werewolf sex?"
"Well, your timing is way better than if you'd shown up a couple of weeks ago; I'll give you that for sure." Bo reached for her OWN piece of bacon, thankyouverymuch. "My dress sense sucked and I probably would've drained you, stabbed you, or thrown you in detention." Or all of the above.
Mitchell finished his piece of bacon in record time once he remembered he had it. "Yeah, Jack told me about that," he said, sobering a little. "I'm sorry."
"I'm kind of glad you missed it; the less people I have to apologize to, the better." By which she mostly meant 'the less people who saw me turn into everything I never want to be, the better.'
"Good for that, at least." The denouement of that week wasn't something she particularly wanted to dwell on, but there was that one bit... "There was something interesting, though. I guess you could call it that. Kenzi tracked down some kind of amulet that could shut my powers down, in that world."
Yeaaah, Mitchell wasn't exactly going to lecture her for being evasive on this one; he was evasive enough when he actually did something in this universe.
Bo gave a slightly frustrated shrug. "It had some kind of Celtic name: c'sein, or something like that? They found it on EBay, of all places, but no matter how I try spelling it I haven't seen anything like that here."
"I tried to leave a message about it for Saskia -- the other succubus I met last year? " Bo shook her head. "But I'm getting an out-of-service on the number, so that one's no-go."
Bo's nod and "Maybe," ought to be a lot less casual too, but hey. Welcome to the last decade of her life. "There's plenty of us, I guess -- she never said how many, but she also didn't say anything about being on the endangered species list. Finding them is another story, though. The Fae are about as public as you guys are."
Mitchell shrugged gently. "We have our ways of finding each other," he said. "One vampire knows another and so on. It never takes long for us to meet up if we're moving into a city that's got a group going."
He spared her a glance. "Maybe it's the same for your kind," he said.
Bo shook her head. "Only if you're raised in it to start with. I've been moving around the States and Canada for ten years and never run into anybody who admitted to not being human before I met you, remember?"
"Not long, most places," Bo admitted. "Plus it's a little hard to ask around about people who can do weird shit when you're trying to keep your own weird shit under wraps."
She rested an arm on her drawn-up knees, and her chin on that arm. "Trick said the Fae have places called Way Stations, where people sign in if they're new to town. Which would've been oh so helpful if I knew they existed..."
Bo nodded. "He runs one... someplace. Kenzi got his contact info before he had to leave; I can ask her to find out where when she calls him about that amulet."
And god knew Bo had more than enough experience with that.
"Or fly, if I took Eric. Though something tells me taking Eric into a bar full of fairies would be the definition of more trouble than it's worth." And that was without even knowing that the Fae in his universe were the culinary equivalent of vampnip.
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Which he would have gotten at her place too, but shh.
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Well, not for the original purpose, anyway.
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He reached out to pluck the bacon away from her while he could. "But I get first pick." Innocent face: on.
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So yes.
"And anyway it seemed like a good opportunity to see everyone again."
Especially Bo. Naked.
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"Really?" he asked, frowning.
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Would there be something like it for vampires?
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That should probably come out less casual, Mitchell. "There ought to be more of you out there, right?"
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He spared her a glance. "Maybe it's the same for your kind," he said.
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She rested an arm on her drawn-up knees, and her chin on that arm. "Trick said the Fae have places called Way Stations, where people sign in if they're new to town. Which would've been oh so helpful if I knew they existed..."
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God knew he'd love to avoid other vampires for a while.
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And god knew Mitchell had experience with that,
"Run."
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"Or fly, if I took Eric. Though something tells me taking Eric into a bar full of fairies would be the definition of more trouble than it's worth." And that was without even knowing that the Fae in his universe were the culinary equivalent of vampnip.