"Pretty much." Bea said without even having to think about it. "You need someone un-alived? Consider it done. You need money? Consider it done. You need to stick your face right into a fucking great pair of tits? Well... I'd need to ok it with my girls first, but that's not a no!"
Dear sweet Jesus. Bea really had NO verbal filter. None.
"Oh, and my mom is going to have a "traditional" Thanksgiving dinner this year. Considering she's an ancient demon queen, this has the potential to be hilariously insane. I want you to join us. I already ok'ed it with Mom and with The Girls."