"Not really." Destiny shrugged. "Just another day in a regular old town filled with zombies and ancient druid powers. No big deal." Destiny gave her friend a grin. Nothing but their lives were normal. Fred was human, sure but she was also a former ghost. She was a human who had died and come back after having an ancient godking hollow out her body and use it a shell.
Destiny herself could hardly be considered normal. She had inherited many strange gifts from her Rumancek family roots and others she had just learned, like how to be a master in the bedroom. That one had just taken some practice. The sight, the ability to locate and be a conduit for people and beings far and wide, her ability to read palms and influence energy was hardly learned. She supposed she had learned, the hard way but most of it had been passed on from previous generations.
"You smoke?" she asked as she set her wine glass down on the table and took out a joint. Long days at work, the feeling of The Nemeton constantly crawling under her skin had her a little worked up. Not that you could tell by hanging out with the gypsy woman. She appeared very calm and clear headed at all times but the Nemeton was putting a strain on even her. The air was charged with it's magic and that meant Destiny was like a lite brite that wouldn't turn off. She was constantly jacked in. That's where the self medicating came in handy.
She rolled a perfect joint and lit it up, inhaling deeply before passing it over to Fred.