Daniel/BB
"I don't know what any of that means," Daniel said. "But I do know it means you're helping me track down a costume. I don't even know where someone goes to get claws. Do you make them? Etsy? I have no idea what this is..."
He laughed as her phone tumbled to the floor, but he did not move, allowing her to use him as her counterweight. He peered over her screen, but in the dim light he could barely make out even the larger words. Even if one of his favorite writers was somehow not going to attend, there would surely be someone of interest to him; still he could not resist needling her, and making her work for every scant inch he gave. "Admit it," he said. "You're really just goin' there to collect fangirl phone numbers. Just be honest with me about that, and I might agree to go."