Re: #706 : 7 a.m.
"Bah, all of you." Katya picked up Watson's cane and shook it in his face. "You are too busy wondering what we are or aren't." She thwacked the cane against a table leg and then set it down, returning to her tea. "Dracula, he is upstairs. I sent my girl to collect his blood." And for the life of her, she couldn't remember why she had done that.
Hunching over her teacup once again, she inhaled the aroma deeply. "Or maybe is just stupid teenagers, pretending vampires," she suggested. "There was that book, da? The one with the pretty boy who liked the smells of the girl. The girls, they were in my shop reading it." Katya paused, frowning, trying to reconcile her house in the woods to her shop in the city and the fact that obnoxious, small children had been there.