Peter flicked open the lid to the box and scanned through the contents, selecting a donut with maple glaze. “Seems like the others are right, the vampires from here aren’t what we need to worry so much about, because there’s barely any left.” He flopped down to sit on the floor opposite her, pulling some of his notes closer to his side of the table. “But the demons here are nasty motherfuckers. Did you get one of those amulets everyone here has got yet?”
Peter paused to take a sip of his mocha, and picked up a notepad filled with his careful print. He pushed his fringe back from his face, taking an absentminded bite of his donut. “And going back to the vampires, there are several displaced ones here in Lawrence. You know we’ve got some of the Buffy crew here?” He paused to quirk a grin at her, giving in to some of his amusement at the prospect of being and meeting fictional characters. Sure the idea of all the most private details of his life on display for the amusement of the masses felt violating, but he couldn’t help feeling a little bit of childish glee at the same time.
He took another drink, and set the cup down, leaning over the coffee table. “Right. About the verbena. I was talking to a girl on the forum about her world‘s vampires, and it sounds like they‘re the ones we want to look out for. Apparently they can do some sort of minor mind control, and the verbena blocks that. So I vote we stock up. We can make the tea, and rig something up to keep a sprig or two on hand, or something.” He took another bite of donut and waved it at her carelessly. “Or perfume, if that’s you want. I’m not sure how much processing it into tea or perfume or whatever will dilute the effects.”