Bonnie had to press her lips together in an attempt not to choke on laughter. Her beloved? This woman had issues with people. Or me. Or maybe just most people, which really did not mean well for anyone who just happened to come in contact with her. Bonnie seemed fine, but maybe she was pressing her luck right now. She seemed to be doing that a lot latey, but maybe technically being dead just dead that to a person. What did you have to lose when you were already dead?
Though her amusement went back to confusion, and then a slight annoyance, though she tried to keep that from her features. "Thank you. That's very generous of you." I think "But I'm serious when I say I don't know what it is you're talking about. What court?" This woman was going on about coward witches, boons and courts she'd never heard of, and Bonnie was growing more confused by the minute.
Taking the nearest table to her right, Bonnie pulled out a chair and sat down, which kept her a few tables away from the other witch. She studied the woman, trying to get some feel for her trying to recall if she ever heard of a witch Queen or anyone by the name Moussette. She was drawing a blank. "You know about the witches in the city. Marcel? The Originals being back?"