Re: [diner: eddie/cat]
[Cat didn't know what she was. She knew her head wasn't processing the same, and she knew that had happened somewhat when she aged down, but this was different, and the sunglasses clattered down on the table when she headdesked. But, Eddie, he at least chuckled, and that made her eyes water unexpectedly. Stupid hormones.
But he was right about needing to come clean, just... not yet.] Not yet. [Muttered, but she lifted her head and looked at him with eyes that were still an olive-green, even damp and with tears clinging to lashes. Tears which she brushed away with the back of her hand and a boyish sniffle. Not crying, man, and that was written all over her posture as she straightened.] I can't do it yet. Um... I'm going to need money, and I never told you? But you're my backup for everything monetary, because of course. So, I guess I need fake papers and access to the accounts, and how do we figure out if it's not a Cinderella spell. [She knew it wasn't, but it sure sounded easier, didn't it?] Oh, god, and who's going to look after the bar? I can't, and Steve's going out of town. [And, lastly:] Can I crash with you a few days?