Oh wow. That cover was something else. Carol almost winced at how bad it was, but not before checking out the artist's...well, vision. She shook her head. "Uh oh! I'm definitely more into werewolf porn." She found a seat next to Natasha by the lake, spreading her legs out in front of her and leaning back on her hands. "Maybe I changed my tastes? The whole biting thing is pretty hot."
She starred out at the ship across from them in the water and asked. "So how did you get it? Did you finally go through a door?" For some reason, she'd figured that Nat wasn't quite ready for that. Especially on her own. But, maybe she was wrong. Clearly, she was wrong.