It was a better result than expected. Meg had honestly thought she'd be slandered again, called a liar--it wouldn't be unlike her to be called a liar, after all. Instead, she was offered a cigarette, which she took gladly, and lit up quickly. With a long drag and then a sigh, Meg leaned back into the bench with a re-cross of her legs.
"Could'a been worse," she said with a side-glance, then looked ahead at the street. After all of the torturing she'd gotten in that one year, which was not a simple year as we knew it, she had thought the process had been quick.
At the news of the "Other" Meg's world, Meg lit up like a Christmas tree. No. Way. She grinned and waved the hand with her cigarette. "Where I come from, there's a story similar to that, but it's a lot more complicated. In the end, the brothers are walking around trying to lock up Hell." Meg chuckled with a shake of her head. "Here, we've got two Moose's, Moose? Eh. And two Dean's. And us. I'm not sure there are many other pairs, though I believe a few if I've done my research correctly."