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Dream enters without his usual fanfare, at his favored table. He, of course, is scribed in black, white, and hems of burning nightmare. One pale, pale hand rests on Kitty's shoulder.

She looks a little more with it, a little less likely to fall apart, than she had been the last time she came into the bar. She also still looks like she'd rather not be here, for all she can't hide forever.

He looks worried, for him, and silently accepts two cups of coffee from a passing rat. One of them is handed to his favorite niece before he sips from the other one.

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"It is better than bricks."

He laughs.

"Mostly."

"Also shinier."

"This is true. Though it is possible to glitter bricks."

He snorts.

"Wasteful, perhaps, but possible."

"...What would you do with a glitter brick?"

"Mostly it is for looking."

Raven looks mildly dubious.

"Though it is also easy to see at night, perhaps."

"...now I want a sparkly and glow in the dark brick."

Raven beams.

"They are easily made, I think."

He fishes around in his pocket.

"The glitter is easy, perhaps. The rest might be obtained from Bar?"

"Our conversations? Are weird."

Raven grins.

"Yes. Also educational."

He blinks.

"Though not practical. Mostly."

"I think the zombie pig was very practical. You never know what you need to fear."

Raven's shoulders twitch.

"No. It is a difficult thing to predict. Though possibly zombie pigs are easily boxed. It is the stuffing."

"And then you put that box in a bigger box."

"It keeps things from smashing?"

Raven tilts his head, blinking.

"No, then you can mail it to yourself, so you can smash it with a hammer," logically.

"Possibly it is better to freeze the pig first, yes? Otherwise it is difficult to shatter."

"Would it be sanitary to put a zombie pig in a freezer?"

Raven considers.

"It is not unlike pork, perhaps. Though with more maggots. Or is it cotton?"

He is so very innocent. Really.

"Perhaps it's dried leaves?"

"Unless there are insects, I do not think it is problematic."

Raven frowns.

"Though I think people are not meant to eat mold, yes?"

He looks bewildered by this limitation.

"Well, we eat cheese," she says thoughtfully.

"It is the kind of thing found on bodies?"

Raven tilts his head.

"Or in manure-piles?"

"--I really hope not."

"Then it is not like mushrooms."

Apparently this is relevant.

Somehow.

"Well, more like mushrooms than like monkeys, I guess."

"Possibly you have not met the right monkeys."

Raven's voice is conspiratorial.

The smirk might be out of place.