Re: Brian, Ellie, and Open - 4-Seat Booth
Brian froze mid-chew. His fork was next to his mouth. He looked up and around, trying to figure out who was fucking with him. There weren't any magic users in the diner. He swallowed, said, "Hey," and reached over to nudge Ellie and alert her to the situation, but she was already staring at him.
"OH NO SHIT!"
Brian ducked down. He whispered, "That was you? Oh my god, that's way cooler than turning into a wolf. If you bite me on the other arm, will that happen?" He was joking, but he really wished he wasn't.