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Thank God for being a shapeshifter.

Meaning, there is a normal, cracked out, cheerful kitsune humming to herself as she gleefully reverse-engineers a gadget on one of the tables in the bar. Laini also has tea, and strawberry pocky available for stealing.

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"Naw." Laini chuckles. "Just kitsune. Rather how we go about things, you see? Always better to laugh, even if that rather paints the picture of us being insane." She grins.

They are one of Del's people, afterall.

"Yeah, I've found it pretty effective," he agrees. "Once the really immediately awful part is over, anyway. Anticipating trouble just doesn't seem to be the best way to go about it."

"Well, you want to try to anticipate some- or else you get totally caught with your pants down. So, some anticipation- and then totally don't think about it once you did once." It works for Laini-

And we all know she is a perfect model of sanity and thoughtfulness.

Well, of course she is! And she's right.

"Good point," he says. "I'm pretty lucky to know you, pretty lady."

"Hmmm. Yes, you are." Laini grins, tapping his nose.

"Quite mutual, though."

"Thanks," he says, pleased. "It's good to be part of a mutual admiration society. Especially such an exclusive one."

((Early shift tommorrow, and cold meds=need to crash. Slowtime??))

"Best club to be in, I'd think. Specially one with such worthy goals as making sure its members stay cheered up and with the not-in-jail. And a lot of other things- we should make up a charter, maybe?"

((Totally fine! Catch you later.))

"I think so," Logan says. "And it should be written on a bar napkin right now. Over drinks, which I can provide, as I am clever. For once."

He produces the hip flask. "No options, though, so if you're not a whiskey fan, I can't help."

"So totally nothing wrong with whiskey- should there be?" She tilts her head, looking at him, then reaches over to grab a napkin from the dispenser.

"Got a pen?"

Logan does not, but Bar does. She's obliging, and provides glasses as well. Logan thanks her politely.

Even though the pen is pink.

"I'm a whiskey fan, but it's not for everyone," Logan says, handing over the pen. He then pours the alcohol. "First rule should definitely have to do with levels of awesomeness."

"Most high levels, for a requirement." Laini nods, noting it down. "You and I are quite good examples of that."

"Totally," he said. "Good to know. Hotness, too, I think we've got covered."

"Certainly that. Hm. Appretiation for fine alcohols?"

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