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Dawn goes to the fridge to find that they have milk and chocolate syrup. She's gonna make them each a glass of chocolate milk. She does so with a silly grin on her lips. And when she's done, she carries the glasses into the living room. She curls up on the couch, her legs curled up beneath her. And she offers him his glass.
"So... you're not a vampire or a werewolf, are you? Demon? Ghost?" She reaches out to poke an index finger at his knee.