Maggie barked out a laugh, which made the dogs look up at her and set their stubby little tails to wagging. "Lestat? Seriously? Like--" Her eyes widened. She'd already met one character from something she'd liked. Was she possibly lucky enough to meet two? "Like from the books and movie and all that?"
She peered a little closer at him, making Waffle lean in and sniff at Lestat. She'd read those books to shreds when she was a preteen, enjoying how it seemed to scandalize her friends' parents who considered anything undead in poor taste post-Rising. As if vampires and zombies were even remotely the same thing. He seemed to match what she remembered of the description, though it had been more years than she liked since she'd read one of the books. "Wow," she said, leaning back again. "Just when I think I couldn't like it here any more than I already do."