Re: [diner: eddie/cat]
[She shifted on her hip, testing it, finding it uncomfortable, and then shifting back. It was mild, really, the reaction. She was expecting something unimpressed. She knew Eddie still had issues with the age down, and this was just another change. Oh, she felt it too, and he wasn't alone in his feelings. So, no, she wasn't kidding him, and she reached for the mug once he lowered it and stole it with fingers that were long and blunt. Well, that was typical Cat, right? Or so she thought, and she lifted the mug to her lips and took a sip before making a face and slipping the mug back.] I've never liked how you take your coffee.
[Coffee gone and hands empty again, she fidgeted with fingers tapping on the table. Cat, as a rule, was not a fidgeter.] Mine isn't magical or deathly, which is probably more reassuring for me than it is for you. [She tugged down the hoodie and turned her head, letting him see the incision scar and a world full of angry red and bruising around it, and then the hoodie went up and over dark curls again.] So.