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She didn't know why she hadn't gone home. It wasn't like she was stuck in the bar. She'd told Suzi that she could see the door. And she could. So by what she'd been told she wasn't bound to this place. But something had kept her from going home. Back to Hannibal King. The only male that she did trust nowadays. The only guy to back her up when her life was in danger. The day before this she'd asked the Bar for a room key and had gotten it, slept in that room... or at least had tried to anyways. Now though she's back downstairs and laying out on the couch. Though she's not entirely with it and she's staring off into space.

Distractions would be good. Before she ends up just taking everything she's been bottling up inside and breaks down.

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Duck lifted his head, blinking at Abby before unfolding from his perch to pad over before offering one webbed foot solemnly.

The woman chuckled, "He wants to shake your hand. s'Duck, introducing himself."

That made her chuckle a bit because she's never known ducks to really introduce themselves. But she does reach a hand down and gives the webbed foot a gentle shake.

"Does he have a name?"

Duck whonked just as solemnly, shaking back before returning to his perch, nesting down.

She nodded, "Duck." She shrugged, "He hasn't taken to anything else."

She gives a slight nod before looking at them both.

"I'm Abby."

She's not quite sure why she introduced herself like that. With Suzi and Seymour she'd given first and last name.

Ana nodded, "I'm Estsanatlehi. Ana if it suits better." A wink then, starting to roll the cornmeal paste into balls, flattening each one slightly before lining them up on the hearth, "Less've a mouthful innit?"

She gives a slight chuckle. "Ana I'll be able to remember. Your actual name I'd probably end up forgetting or I'd end up trying to pronounce it and screw it up."

Another chuckle, shaking her head and wiping her hands, shaking out a blanket to cover the corncakes with, misting it with a spraybottle, "We'll stick with Ana then."

"What're you making?" She's trying to not be curious but its kind of hard to do.

She smiled, "Corncakes. S'what I do." She nodded to Duck, "He was cornmeal when he started out."

That makes her blink. He was... okay then... "He was cornmeal and now he's a duck?"

She nodded, smiling, "Duck-shaped corncake. That's the difference a magic blanket and a bit of sunlight make from a normal blanket and a nice warm hearth."

"Well... that is definitely interesting. Never heard of something like that before."

She's not too phased though. Then again you meet Dracula and see how phased you are by other weird things.

It's possible that Ana's met him. She's met a lot of people in her time.

She shrugged, smile tilting once more, "That's what I do." Because, really, it was.

Probably not the same Dracula. Though this one Abby watched Blade fight and helped kill the legendary vampire. In the end it was Drake who had saved Blade.

"Everyone has something."

She tilted her head then, settling back against the couch, setting in to spinning with a drop spindle while waiting for the corncakes to cook, "And what is it you do?"

"I fight mostly. Nothing really concrete anymore."

She's not sure what she's going to do now that there isn't a vampire menace anymore though.

She nodded slowly, mulling that over, "Could perhaps teach classes? More girls need to know how to fight."

"Possibly." She states with a slight nod. "I'll have to talk to Hannibal about it." Because she trusts the man with her life.

She blinked, brow creasing slightly, "Hannibal?" This isn't said in a tone of 'who' so much as a tone of 'what were his parents thinking?'

She shakes her head slightly. "Don't ask. We call him King mainly since its his last name." Or she does. There is no 'we' in that equation anymore.

She nodded then, "I see." Because, well, her own boys were 'Sunrise' and 'Sunset' But that's because they were

"Better than being called by my last name. Especially since people always called my father that. Confused a few people."

She nodded, giving the spindle a twist, rather like an airborne top really, waiting until it touched the floor to wind the yarn back up, "Understandably so."

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