Kate wanted to sink into her chair and disappear. Just a little. At least long enough to, maybe, find a way to eat her words. Then again, she hadn't been expecting that. Not at all.
"Matt, I didn't...I mean I wasn't really looking for..."
Reaching across the table, Kate rested her hand against his.
"Mystical orders blow." Squeezing his hand, Kate didn't make any effort to let go. Not yet. Bringing back people back to life to make your life a living hell? Kate understood that. The long and complicated history of LMDs would be for another time and place. With more wine and a less public setting. It tended to get messy.
And loud. Especially on Kate's end.
"Should I tell you about my friend Bridgitte who is also a dragon? Or is that more of a story for the walk home?"