Briony stopped to think about whether or not it actually was good for her. "No, not really. They want Mommy and Daddy to maybe send me to a headshrink because of my pictures," she chirped. "I keep drawing them all dead, see, and the teachers get real worried about me." She was giggling all over again by the time she reached the end of that sentence. Oh, they should be worried about her, sure. But not the way they thought they should be. They should be worried that she might just get bored and start cursing the crayons. Only a little tiny example, but it had been playing on her mind since school started again. More, even, since she realised Bubbles wasn't just a kid. "The problem--the problem I have is," Briony only ever really stammered in her sentences when it was something important or something she had been putting thought into. Or both, even. "How do you get their mouth open wide enough like--" She opened her open mouth up in a silent 'aaaaah', her little fingers pulling her jaws apart. "Else a cat just won't fit." There was a pause and she looked up, all seriousness again. "Know what? I want to put, like... something like the garbage disposal into their throats. So's all the blades'd go wsh!-wsh!-wsh! and tear them all up." Briony loved the garbage disposal thingy in the basin. She had Hayden and Airla convinced that this safety guard their Mommy and Daddy had promised them was there did not exist. "Mkay." It was just blood. Didn't really make a difference to her if Persephone didn't have anything to put it in, though, so the thought flitted away again.
"It's so much fun! Daniel lets me do whatever I want." Well, he had so far. She hadn't pushed as many boundaries as she probably could've, but then she hadn't thought of them all. Yet. "It's like having a bunch of people locked it with you for mass and you get to pull all of the strings! ... So long as you don't give yourself away too much, I guess?" There was a beat. "I think some people have been going so long it wouldn't matter if they knew what we were. 'Cause Daniel has them." She blinked up at Persephone. She guessed it was like how she had the Fells family. There was a point where they couldn't get away any more. "And this one time? Everyone started seeing things. Everyone." Well, Briony had and a few others had admitted to it, so she was just going to go ahead and say that they had. It seemed more likely to be true than not. "But you should come! I want to see what Excess does to a church of demons, demonics and holies!" The little demon clapped her hands together. "Someone would die!" Probably her brother or sister. But! It was another Best Idea Ever. Throwing Excess in with a lot of demons prone to following their gut and doing what they damn well wanted was a wonderful recipe for disaster when surrounded with people like that. Oh, yes. Yes, please. "Sounds silly when I swear. Unless I'm really angry." But then she wasn't swearing, she was going to hurt someone. "Hm. I met one just before I got put in the orphanage. He was big and made me all wriggly and cranky and-- He might've blessed me, 'cause I think I got a headache, but he left me alone after that." Her face fell into a thoughtful pout while she tried to remember something more substantial. "I was on the swingset. His wings were purple and white. Don't remember anything else." So it got shrugged off. Anyway, Persephone hadn't answered her question. She was saying some interesting stuff about demons and how stupid angels were, though. "But alls they do is eat dead things then make more dead things to eat." Briony was missing the angel-logic. "We're way scarier. But I'll grab their face when they think I'm cute," she added. Then tacked on, "I'm gonna stick my thumbs in their eyes too if they'll reach. My hands are only little though." But it'd give her a better grip.