She scowls at the thought, teeth bared in a mask of rage. The Father won't accept her taking revenge on his behalf - not that she could, and not that she knows that - but it's an outrage all the same. Still...
"...Y'got wine that isn't the blood of Christ? I could use a drink."
Maybe things can be a little like they used to. Sit down peacefully. Talk. Actually introduce the Father to her were-grandma tendencies...
Oh.
Right.
"I made...a friend, briefly. She slapped a name on me that I haven't shucked off just yet, Nyx, if y'don't mind."
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"...Y'got wine that isn't the blood of Christ? I could use a drink."
Maybe things can be a little like they used to. Sit down peacefully. Talk. Actually introduce the Father to her were-grandma tendencies...
Oh.
Right.
"I made...a friend, briefly. She slapped a name on me that I haven't shucked off just yet, Nyx, if y'don't mind."