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"I'm pretty sure that's not a verb."
"I am equipped to deal with this."
He opened one sleepy eye before giving her a small smile, closing his eyes again.
(zoop?)
"Oh. I was joking," she said slowly, sitting on the edge of the couch.
"You're... truthing?"
She sighed irritably. "Because it's not your concern, son of Apollo. It's not safe here."
She grinned, slipping off her chair.
She shook her head slightly as they moved through the crowd, glancing over her shoulder.
"Why?"
"Because there is a curse here. I'm trying to lift it."
"His name is goat."
"Not here," she hissed through her teeth, looking around nervously.
She blinked. "Really? We've only been together for a day."
She smirked slightly, raising one eyebrow. Her face was not unkind, but she seemed skeptical. "It's your first life and you're out here in a...
"The pigeon."
She shook her head, looking extremely nervous. "Not here."
She came back in a few moments, looking down at him.
She raised an eyebrow. "Am I really that uncouth? No, son of Apollo, I hail under Vesta. Hestia, I suppose you would call her. You don't seem...
"Goat."
