"Baba Yaga," Kenzi corrected, shuddering a little bit as she remembered the dream.
"We were drinking and I was drunk and you were talking about Dyson and his man bits, she started in a bit of a ramble. "And next thing I know I'm asking Baba Yaga to curse Dyson in your name for how he hurt you," she explained. "You woke up with this scar and it turned out Dyson had a matching one. OH MAN WAS HE MAD. So mad. I didn't mean to though. I really didn't and we tried to fix it but Baba Yaga said she was going to take you. But I jumped in front. I told her to take me instead." Kenzi paused for just a moment before barreling on.
"She really eats little girls. Well they weren't little. But you know what I mean, right?" she asked, though Kenzi didn't wait for an answer. "I was there in Baba Yaga's world but you..you found some way to get to me. You came in, kicked her ass and we saved the girls. And I wasn't dessert."
Kenzi shook her head, thinking about the dream. "Crazy, right?"