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Bill is downstairs after some breakfast. He sits down at the counter, and before he can even ask, Bar provides him with a loaded plate; eggs, bacon, sausage, hashbrowns, a short stack of pancakes, a cup of coffee and orange juice.

Bill grins at the offering, and is about to say thank you when a newspaper appears. Looking at the front page headline his smile falls.

Mardi Gras in Miami

It's not really the headline, but the part underneath that tells how the Saints defeated the Colts 31-17 in the Superbowl that's just killed his good mood.

Bill lifts the paper and shakes his head.

"Aw, c'mon, no. I didn't even know they were playin'."

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She clears her throat, and speaks on a reasonable imitation of Kate's sleepy voice. "Bill... the girls are crying... it's your turn..." And back to her normal voice. "Then you get gently shoved out of bed for diaper duty."

"And wait until they turn fifteen..."

"Well now you're tryin' t'freak me out."

And doing a fair job of it if one follows that nervous tremor in his laugh.

"How'd you do Kate's voice like that?"

"I talked with her once. I can copy anyone I've met at least once... at least in voice and looks. Mannerisms demand a bit of time and observation."

"I am The Devil after all, and sometimes possessing a mortal is too much trouble."

"Oh." It's a little unnerving to know she could change into Kate, but at this point he trusts her not to.

"I always seem t'learn somethin' new 'bout you when we meet."

It's interesting, and honestly, pretty cool.

"Mutable form. I can be anything, anyone... this is just the shape I am more comfortable with."

"It's been weird enough for me lookin' like a few other people 'round here, but bein' able t'look like anyone?"

He glances at the bar and the various people around.

"That'd be crazy, but pretty cool, too, I s'pose."

Not that he'd want to have that power himself, no thank you.

"And I am off-duty here, so I do not impersonate people to create confusion." See how nice she is?

He gives a wry kind of smile, glancing around.

"I uh, I might've a time or two. Just for fun."

"And now you see how I am good at resisting temptation." Next time he blinks, The Devil will have changed... hair up in a ponytail, black tank top, leather jacket and pants.

Nice high heeled boots. "See? Just a change of clothes."

He blinks, then blinks again at the change.

"Wow. I got no idea how y'do it, but it's neat."

"Well, Bill, technically speaking, I am this..." Her forms vanishes, replaced bu a large, bright light. Her voice takes on a haunting tone. "Fallen or not, I am an angel, and if we are going to nitpick, angels do not have a defined form."

The Devil then recomposes herself to normal. "So, I can take on a human shape to make dealing with humans easier."

Shielding his eyes against the light, he ducks his head. When it's gone again he looks up slowly, dazed by what he's just seen.

"I uh, I guess with angels I always had the white feathers an' robes image in my head."

"Oh, I can do that too, if you would prefer?" She is always ready to indulge someone she likes.

"Nah, that's alright." He doesn't want to come off as stupid and annoying by asking her to show off for him.

"So this form y'got now, is it someone you met once?"

"Oh, no, I picked it myself when I moved to San Francisco in the sixties. Something classy, something attractive, something... with style."

"It's nice," he comments before his mind thinks about what he's saying.

"I mean, uh, y'know-- I-- well, yeah. It's nice."

He flounders, then sticks to his own words. Taking them back would be rude, and it's obviously not a come on so... yeah.

She laughs a bit, hugging him and kissing his cheek. "Oh, Bill, relax... you really think I will misunderstand you and do something inappropriate?"

"No, I'm just bein' foolish."

He laughs at himself as his cheeks warm.

"Don't worry yourself." She winks, returning to her seat. "You are a too nice man to do a faux pas with malice."

"Well if I ever do say somethin' that's outta line you can tell me. My mouth sometimes works ahead of my brain."

He gives her a grin and laughs at himself.

"Last thing I wanna do is offend one of my friends."

"I am extremely hard to offend, Bill... do not worry yourself." She is The Devil after all.

"But I think I should leave you for your breakfast and go looking for a few other people I need to speak to." The Sheriff gets a peck on the cheek. "Take care, please?"

"I'll do my best," he promises. "You take care, too."

"I will." She winks and heads off.

Metaphorically walking a couple inches off the ground, but why, it's anyone's guess.

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