2022-05-17 - Try Ginger!

It's another morning, and Willow can be found at the coffee shop; though instead of sitting, drinking a cup of coffee, maybe doing research, she is standing behind the counter, her hair piled up on top of her head and is wearing an apron over her clothing. Since it's quiet right now, she is leaned against the wall, arms crossed over her chest.

Morning comes and with it, emails to answer and essays to grade -- both of which require stable wifi. Eight months a year Ravn Abildgaard lives on his sailboat and the marina's wifi is notoriously not stable. Eight months a year, he does a lot of his work from this coffee house. Maybe because it's Gray Harbor's only coffee house, and well, it offers free wifi.

He enters, wearing his usual black jeans and turtleneck combination -- and quirks an eyebrow at seeing Willow behind the counter. New face on the barista roster?

Good news. He slides up to the counter and orders, with a smile, "Black coffee, please. No frills, just coffee in a cup."

Here's to hoping Della the Day Manager hasn't managed to get to Willow yet.

Pushing herself away from the counter, she gives Ravn an easy smile and gets to work making his coffee, /actually/ the way he orders it. She brings it over and places it down in front of him with a wink, "Don't tell Della that I didn't give you a hard time." She smiles and straightens, her fingers coming up to tuck some loose strands of hair behind her ear. "Anything to eat?"

"Nothing wrong with the pastries here except that I already had breakfast," Ravn says with a small smile and accepts his cup (take that, Della!). He curls long, gloved fingers around it. "So you're working for Eleanor Røn now? There are probably worse places to work. Ariadne seems happy to enough to work here. Getting ready for the tourist season?"

It's already begun. Come May 1, the yachts start to arrive -- people from up Puget Sound, taking a trip down the coast to North Bay and the glittering casino on its artificial island. Maybe a side visit to the Quinault reservation or Olympic National Park. Spend a day or two in quaint Gray Harbor, didya know it was once called the port of missing men -- because of all the brothels, hurhur.

The tourist guide doesn't phrase it exactly like that. But, close.

She nods to his answer and goes to lean against the wall again, one foot coming up a little behind her to prop herself up, "I am, yes, figured if I'm going to stay around here, I might as well work." She grins, "try to keep myself out of trouble, at least for the most part." She lets out a small yawn and reaches up to try to cover it with the back of her hand, "What are you doing here so early? Not that I mind the company, it's been quiet since I got here."

"Now's the afternoon in Copenhagen, so now's when my students are writing mails and requesting feedback." Ravn looks at his laptop. He doesn't open it yet. Coffee first. "They're nine hours ahead of me so what's morning to me is coming up on dinner time for them. Once it's noon here, things will be quiet because they'll have gone to bed."

The Dane glances out the door. "It's usually pretty quiet here until the lunch rush. But yeah -- bills don't pay themselves and all that jazz."

She chuckles softly, "Learn something new about you every day, Ravn. I didn't even know where you were from." Another part of what he says causes an eyebrow to raise, "You teach? And yes, they don't. It's more that I need spending money than anything else, already have a place to live." That causes another smile, "Plus I do enjoy shopping, maybe a little bit too much."

"Vejle, Denmark. Working for Copenhagen University, Denmark." Ravn chuckles. "And yeah, sort of. I'm part of a tutoring program to help Afghanistan veterans with PTSD get a Bachelor's. A lot of them aren't in my field as such but helping them find the information they need, and keep checking in on them -- it doesn't matter whether they're in the humanities or studying finances, it's still about not falling out of the system."

He sips his coffee -- blessed black blackness and nothing but. "Shopping isn't great in this town, I guess. At least not compared to New York City. But on the up side, Seattle's just two hours away on the highway. I go there roughly once a week, every other week, anyhow. My lawyer's office is there."

Morning. Not that it's all that different from evening. Or afternoon. When sleep is the foe standing across from you on the other side of a boxing ring, you learn early on that stimulation is the key to survival. And since amphetamines and the like are either illegal or require a prescription, you turn to alternate sources of the wakey-wakey. Namely, caffeine.

So, into the shop comes one Charity Dixon, of the Gray Harbor Dixons. Whatever that might actually mean. Slenderly athletic in build, dressed in a pair of black leggings, a dark green hoodie, and honest-to-goddess combat boots. Her black hair is in a messy ponytail, with several wild strands sticking in random directions.

Ravn gets a nod. As does Willow. Then, almost like an afterthought, the raven-haired girl throws in a smile. Stepping up to the counter, she actually makes a pretense of looking at the board, with its various flavors and offerings. However, she's perfectly aware of what she is going to order. Knew it the second she walked through the door. The returning daughter's blood type is French Roast Positive. Extra dark.

"Well." She manages to say, her mind still reeling a little with all of that information, "At least you stay busy, and is it? I'm afraid I haven't done much exploring since I came here, and then I got swept up with everything that's been happening and well now." She looks down at herself and laughs a little, "Maybe I should make the effort to get out there."

She looks up when the door opens again and pushes herself away from the wall, her arms unfolding. "Morning Charity, what can I get you?"

Ravn winces at Charity as she walks past. He knows that expression, yes he does: It means there's too much blood in the woman's caffeine circulatory system. Fortunately, it's the right place to fix this medical emergency.

He nods at a chair at the table; it's not like it's crowded in here, and it's certainly not looking busy yet. "We do have a high end tailor in the Bauer Building, if she decided to stick around -- haven't seen her in a while. Told me she's the kind of tailor who doesn't advertise because customers come to her and compete for a place on her list. Have a feeling her stuff is, ah, how to put it, high-end?"

Charity glances over at Willow, eyes widening for a second. "Oh. I didn't realize you worked here.Did you mention that the last time we talked? If we did, I'm sorry. Brain still in neutral. Lemme get a large black regulard, not decaf, coffee, please." Then she points at the dispensers nearby. "With five .. no six .. espresso shots. Thank you so much."

Turning around the dancer looks over at Ravn, there's a high-end tailor in this town? Color me shocked." Then she laughs and shrugs. "I mean, not that I have anything in my wardrobe that would require that level of adjustment or mending. Nine times out of ten, I can patch something myself with a little needle and thread."

The order causes Willow to blink in surprise, though she lets out a soft laugh, "Sure, no problem." Getting to work to start the coffee order, she says over her shoulder, "And no, I just started here actually. The writing thing takes time so I needed to do something to help occupy my time during the day." Returning a few minutes later with the /very/ caffeinated coffee, she sets it down in front of Charity, "There you go." She smiles a little, though then a look crosses her face, maybe she is looking a little off. "Please excuse me for a moment." Not waiting for anyone to respond, she moves from behind the counter and to the bathroom of the shop, slipping inside of it quickly.

Ravn looks after the newest barista. "Was it something I said?"

Then he looks back at Charity. "I'm pretty sure Parvati's the kind of tailor you go to for the evening gown of a lifetime. Which means, probably not a shop I'll be going into a lot. No offense but, I don't think I'd look that great in an evening gown."

Coffee is lifeblood. These are facts. Ava might prefer the fancier coffees but when you come right down to it, caffeine is caffeine when you need it. Though, from the looks of it, the doctor seems well rested for once, and in a pretty decent mood as she nudges a covered stroller into the shop. It's not raining or anything out, but well, blue baby.

Always dressed to the nines, even when just headed out for coffee, she's sporting a black and white wraparound dress and black, kitten heels. There's a bee-line straight for the counter to order her usual whenever she's here and she spots a Ravn. Two black coffees. He may not need it this time, but she doesn't know that! Ravn and Charity both get a little finger waggle in greeting.

Charity nods. "Ah, that makes sense, then. Well, congratulations on your new job." She lifts the artificial rocket fuel in a saluting toast to the other woman before taking a careful sip. As much as the contents are desired, a trip to the hospital with a burned tongue is much less so.

As Willow excuses herself to the restroom, Charity looks over at Ravn and shrugs. "Well, when you gotta go, you gotta go." A small laugh and her gaze moves over to the door as Ava steps in with Nimue. Charity returns the finger wave to the good doctor, holds up her cup of joe in solidarity, then departs the counter saunter over to Ravn's table. "We simply have to stop meeting like this. People are gonna talk." The curl of her lips form a teasing smile and she gestures at the empty chair. "May I?"

Of course, she doesn't exactly wait for approval before dropping down into the seat and taking another sip of the java. "I dunno. A bit of makeup, maybe some wax, some falsies, and I think you might look ... presentable ... in an evening gown." She grins and leans to the side, looking at his covered legs under the table before popping back up. "I bet you've got the legs for it." Another teasing laugh. For someone who looks like she might need to just start mainlining her coffee, Charity seems to be coping better to her return.

A few minutes later, Willow returns from the bathroom, one hand coming down to rub at her stomach. Eyes lift, though, noting Ava, and the blue baby. She nods her head a little in greeting and moves to retake her spot behind the counter, pouring herself a large cup of water, yes, not coffee, water, and then goes to lean against the wall again, letting out a slow breath, "sorry about that." Catching a bit of Charity's comment, an eyebrow raises to Ravn, as if she is trying to picture that.

Ravn makes no objections to people joining him; this is the table by the window where people tend to end up if they don't mind a bit of company, and it keeps him from having to actually work. "Meeting like this is a great way to get inducted into the society of lazy layabouts who have nothing better to do all morning than line Eleanor Røn's pockets, though."

He looks down at himself and visibly tries to imagine himself in a low back, lots of leg ball room gown; probably one of those with long sleeves and seven inch heels. Yeah, no. Not going to happen. Also, likely to knock his head against ceiling lamps if he adds another seven inches. "Let's not discuss the idea. There's a masked ball coming up that I suspect I won't manage to dodge attending, and somebody might get ideas."

Ava is about to take her drinks when she spots Willow leaning against the wall to take a breath. "Are you okay? Did you get injured?" That doctorly concern rises up as her eyes begin to scan over Willow thoughtfully. No sign of injury, but that doesn't mean it's not hidden. She gesture for Willow to follow her over to the table as she wheels the stroller over to join the others.

There's a graceful settling into a seat before she slides one of the coffees over to Ravn. Then notices he already has a black coffee. "Well. Guess you don't need this one, do you?" she laughs. It gets left there anyway. Just in case. "The masked ball sounds like it's going to be a blast. I already ordered a dress. Of course you're going, Ravn. You two should make sure to come, too."

Charity laughs. "Oh, we're already getting ideas. And I know of a few enterprising ladies who might be interested in helping with those ideas." She blows on the coffee and finally takes a really long draw, closing her eyes for a moment as the caffeinated goodness washes down her throat. Opening them again, she starts to add further teasing in Ravn's direction before she looks over to the counter. First to Ava, then to Willow.

"Are you okay?" The humor has bled out of her voice as a look of concern fills her eyes as she looks at one of her new friends. There is a bit of relaxation in her posture when her brain finally catches enough traction to remember that there is a medical professional standing right there.

At the good doctor's comment about Ravn already enjoying one coffee, Charity peers at the man over the top of her own cup. "If you don't want it, I'll drink it. Never too much coffee. That's my life's motto."

She glances at Ava and shrugs I response to her attendance at the ball. "Maybe. Depends on if I'm not busy that evening. And if I can find a decent dress." Cup back up to lips for the mumbled addition. "And date."

A slow shake of her head is given to Ava, though she chews on her lip a little in thought. Since, for now, there doesn't seem to be any more customers, she pushes herself away from the wall, water in hand and walks over to the table, carefully sliding into a seat, her fingers wrapping around the chilled glass. Back to Ava, she finally says, "I'll come by the clinic and tell you later."

She leans back a little in her seat, looking over the people at the table, "Masked ball?" Is asked, curiously

"I should probably stick to the one cup for the sake of my stomach lining. Besides, you look like you need it more." Ravn tosses a small smile at Charity; he had instant coffee back on his boat before even coming here in the first place -- in part because the odds of him getting anything drink-able here are always fifty-fifty at best.

He toys with the cup a bit. "Can't say big affairs are my kind of thing. I don't much like crowds. But I'll go -- several people I don't want to disappoint, and I need to put in an appearance for the community centre's sake anyhow. Have to admit, dressing up fancy to go to some fundraiser at the Casino, it's not my ideal Saturday evening."

Ava gestures the extra cup towards Charity with a grin once Ravn relinquishes claim. "Sounds like it's all yours." She studies the woman thoughtfully, side of her lips quirking. "Whether you find a date or not, I can at least promise to spin you around the dance floor a time or two. For what that's worth." The quirks of lips turns into a full on grin before Ava glances towards Willow and squints for a moment. Eyes trail her as her power surges for just a moment.

"Come by the clinic later and we'll talk about it. But I already know what it is." Her smile doesn't fade as she reaches out to give the other woman's hand a light squeeze. "Oh yeah. Masked Ball. It'll be a blast. I'll get you all the details for when you stop by. And Ravn, you say it's not your thing, but you know you'll end up talking to a small group of us, just like this in a corner somewhere having a great time despite it all."

Charity's grin widens as she slides the bonus cup of java closer to her side of the table. "Score." A small laugh follows and then she smirks at Ava and winks. "I might go a-thrifting just for that. But I require a two-spin minimum. Otherwise, I just feel cheap and used and soul-crushingly empty inside." She sticks her tongue out of the corner of her mouth at the doctor.

Green eyes grow a bit more serious as she looks between Ava and Willow, particularly when Ava announces that she already knows what is going on with the normally plucky redhead. Not that hard to follow, now that her and Una had that little tete a tete over pastries and coffee. Of course, the fact that Ava doesn't immediately insist that the other woman leave with her immediately does a good job of allowing Charity to relax.

Which allows her to resume teasing Ravn, something that she feels she might be able to go professional with. "Sounds to me like she's got your number. Tell you what, you show up and at least pretend to have a good time, and I'll show up and demonstrate the myriad of dance moves in which I am well trained." She arches a brow at him. "Deal?"

Willow seems released, yes, that's the right word, when she doesn't have to go into further explanation right now, the cup of water brought to her lips for a slow sip, though she makes a little face at the taste, she's never been a fan it. "I'll do my best to go, though I'm not sure if I'll have a date or not."

"I'll certainly be in a corner checking my watch for when I can get away with making an exit." Ravn's lip twitch. He's not even going to pretend otherwise. "Crowds make me uncomfortable. Crowds in front of photographers and reporters, twice so." Ravn glances between the women and decides to not ask. It's pretty obvious that whatever Willow is dealing with is private.

He chuckles instead, at how he's being called out. "I'll turn up. And I'll try to not put a dampener on things. I don't hate parties. I just don't know what to do with myself at them, and I loathe press. Last time I managed to accidentally step on to the casino island at the time of a fundraiser, some asshole photographer took a picture of myself and the Assistant District Attorney, and declared that we were a couple."

"At least two, then. I wouldn't have anyone feeling cheap on my watch!" Ava chuckles, nose scrunching up in response to the tongue sticking out. "I don't suppose I can convince you to make room in your schedule for some private lessons before the masquerade, could I? Because, I wouldn't want to embarass you while I'm spinning you around that floor, after all. Or myself for that matter."

"You don't need a date, Willow. You can just go and have fun. Hell, you could pick up a date there if you wanted. You never know!" A brow lifts towards Ravn. "Well, this one will at least have masks. So that will give you at least a bit of privacy, right? Heck, mask and a hat and you can blend pretty easily with the crowd if you wanted to." She sips her coffee.

"The mask is the part I'm having trouble with. The dress was easy. Finding the perfect mask isn't.

Charity gives Ava a nod. "Absolutely. I mean, if I can teach teens with ADHD and anxiety how to dance to The Nutcracker, I'm sure I can teach you some salsa, some rhumba, and a little ballroom. Then no matter the music, you'll be turning heads and breaking hearts."

Is that a note of excitement about the idea of instructing someone? Or just the coffee actually kicking in? Regardless, Charity nods her head again and finishes the caffeine overload beverage in her hand before switching to the second cup that formerly belonged to Ravn."Yeah, I imagine you're gonna have to go to Seattle to find a good mask. Unless you know someone who can make one."

She glances over at Willow. "If neither of us scores a date, I'll be your Plus One. Just no funny business on the dance floor. It'll have to wait until we're both drunk and less inhibited." She gives the other girl a playful wink and then those greens slide over to Ravn. "I agree with Ava. A dashing hat and a mask and you could be completely anonymous. Like the Scarlet Pimpernel."

She takes a swallow of the coffee and then lets out a little sigh as she looks down. "So, I had a chat with Una the other day. And Willow a day or two before that." She pauses as one short nail taps on the side of the cup. "I told them both that we wanted to help the group however I can. With this thing from the Outside that you mentioned at the Pourhouse. Or anything else I can do. If I'm going to stick around permanently, I think I need to do my part to keep the place safer."

Looking back up at Ravn, then Ava, she nods. "So, consider me a member of the group."

Can Ava really know what's wrong, that's the question. Her fingers steeple together and rest on the table top, "seems now I have to go dress shopping." A look over to Charity and what she says causes Willow to laugh and shake her head a little, "tell you what, even if I can talk Benji into going, I'll still get stupid drunk with you."

"Breaking hearts is not generally on my to-do list," Ravn returns with a small smile. "But I agree that there is no reason for people to not go, just because they don't have a romantic date. Friend dates are a thing and heaven knows most of mine have been. Besides, it's a fund raiser for charity, not a Valentine's Day party. Go two girls, go half a dozen people, together. And don't mind me trying to stay out of any photographers' eyesight. It took me some time to explain to people that I am not dating Cassidy Bennet, nor is HOPE an 'international foundation'."

He tosses Charity a smile at her words, though. "Welcome to the land of the crazy. We try to watch out for each other. Sometimes, it's all we can do."

"I'm putting Willow on an alcohol free diet for the time being. She needs sharp wits about." Ava bobs her head a bit at that. Mmhmm. "So maybe she'll just have to wait until you're drunk and less inhibited." Ava waggles brows between Willow and Charity. "Friends dates are perfect for things like this, honestly. You can't be let down on a friend date!"

There's a tilt of her head at the proclamation about helping. "Well, I'm in the process of purchasing a great estate to move the Historical Society to. Once the sale goes through, I'm sure it'd be great to have more hands on deck with organizing and getting it all kicking again. Assuming you have any interest in the town's history, that is. But, we figure if we get enough information gathered there, it'll be a good go-to spot for the weird stuff. And the land is gorgeous." Ava reaches her free hand out to gently push the stroller back and forth. "It's one of the ones that you and Una really liked from the stack, Ravn."

Charity nods at Ravn. "I feel better knowing that I've got friends like you all to watch my back and let me watch yours. Guess you can never have too many eyes covering your butt, right?" She arches a brow at Ava and then grins at Willow. "That's fine with me, you can be the sober, respectable, one and I'll be the drunken embarrassment."

Turning to Ava, Charity leans back a bit in her chair. "Funny you should ask that. I told Una that I wanted to comb through the Town's records. My family has been in Gray Harbor for a while, but I don't know exactly how long. And the, uh, Oddness runs in the bloodline. Sort of like it does for others. I think knowing my family's history, how it intersects with that of others, such as Una, might help us gain a little more understanding."

"So, if you wanna throw some dusty books or scrolls my way, I'll comb them for information. God knows I have enough free time at the moment."

She wrinkles her nose, okay, so she does know. She doesn't fight the doctor's orders though and just concentrates on finishing at least one cup of water before trying to put anything else into her nauseated stomach. "So dress and mask." She muses, softly and then frowns a little, looking down at her stomach for a moment before looking back at the group, "I think I'm going to go for now." Thankfully there is someone else here who can give the customers their coffee. She stands up and looks to Ava, "I'll be by the clinic later today." She brings the glass to the sink to be washed.

Ravn nods at Ava. "Let's make sure to check out any property before you buy it. Don't need more sad Mr O'Shaughnessy's ghost falling in love with the real estate agent. Town like this -- if it's an older property the question isn't whether it's haunted but who's doing the haunting."

He sips his coffee and glances at Charity. "Records in this town tend to be a bit of a joke. But it's possible -- there's information stashed in surprising places. And a lot of old folks around whom no one pays a lot of attention to. Some of them have been around for a very long time."

A glance at Willow. "Feel better soon, I hope." Yeah, no, but, forgive him, he's a guy, he doesn't get it.

"I'll see you a little later, Willow!" Ava gives a wave to the woman and just smiles. "Ginger will help," she offers in parting before turning back to the others. "Oh, yeah. I did a couple of walk throughs, but you know ghosts don't always pop out for me. Having a couple of others come through with me might help shake a couple loose, huh?"

Her head bobs. "We can go sometime this week if you're not too busy. Hell, one of the rooms in there would be great for the dance lessons, too," she laughs. Charity gets a curious look. "I'm actually doing a biomapping study. Genetics testing with the folks around here. Seeing how different it may or may not be from folks from other places.

Charity waves at Willow as she leaves, then gives Ava an arched eyebrow at the ginger comment. This is followed by a single nod. Poor Ravn might be a clueless male, but Charity has figured out the issue with her friend. At the comment about haunting, she turns back to Ravn.

"Una mentioned ghosts, particularly an unfriendly one at the library that she's related to. Is that a big thing in town? I mean, ghosts on top of all the other freaky stuff. Like monsters from the Outside, people being able to move things around without touching them, or having lightning dance across your hands?" Yes, Charity has learned a lot about Gray Harbor she didn't know before she left.

"If you need some blood or hair or something to do your DNA stuff, just ask. We're as curious to know the answer as you are."

"Most older places tend to have some risk of picking up memories," Ravn murmurs, a little evasively. "Town like Gray Harbor, sitting on the edge of reality -- the chance is significantly increased. Asshole Irving -- that is, Una Irving's ancestor -- lived here sometimes during the Victorian era. He stole artefacts off the Quinault, and he's still hanging around waiting for them to be found. Only, for reasons of being an undead dick, he won't tell anyone where they are."

He sips his coffee. "There are things in the mist that feed off misery. Most of the ghosts we see here aren't real ghosts -- not the way you'd meet them elsewhere. They're things created by the Veil to make us unhappy. Asshole Irving does seem to be a real ghost. I met someone else's grand-grand the other day in the woods and well, for that ghost to be real it'd have to explain why it was here when the family it belongs to still lived in Maine at the time. Veil fuckery."

"I'm always happy to take blood samples!" Ava says with a greedy glint in her eyes. "I'm still trying to determine if this can really be considered genetic, or if it's just a matter of being close to Thin spots in the Veil, along with random mutations. It's all really thrilling stuff on a genetic level if you think about it. I just don't have enough samples from all around the different thin spots and then baselines from elsewhere to really get my theories pumping."

When she finishes chattering, her head bobs along with Ravn's words about the ghosts, agreeing. Then there's a pause. "So you found the old guy with the cow, then?"

"No shortage of misery in this town, that's for sure. Nor any shortage of weird crap, either." Charity deliberately does not look at Nimue. Adorable as she might be, the cerulean babe is the literal definition of weird crap.

Charity finishes the rest of the second cup and sets it down on the table with a nod to Ava. "I'll swing by later and let you stab me. Sounds like fun." She laughs and looks at Ravn with a surprised expression. "So, you found a ghost that shouldn't be here. Like, should be on the other side of the country? What kind of wacky Veil shenanigans is that?"

Before she can ask more questions, however, her phone rings. Pulling it out of her hoodie, she looks at the screen, scrunches her brow in confusion, then answers it. "Hello? Yes, this is her." Pause. "Really? Uh, yeah. Thirty minutes? Okay. Thanks."

She hangs up and slides the phone back into her pocket as she does. "Okay, so that was the casino. Apparently they liked me well enough to ask me to come for a second interview. I hate to run, but we really need the job. I'll call you later Ava. Ravn', always fun seeing you." Turning around, she walks quickly to the door and steps outside.

Ravn glances at Ava. "Yeah. And the ghost widow he was delivering it to so that she wouldn't turn into a giant bird and eat him. Veil fuckery. We ended up nodding and smiling and backing away real quiet because sometimes, just, no."

He glances at his gloved hands for some reason. "I'm pretty certain I'm the first in my family to have any kind of talent like this -- or if I'm not, then they certainly kept quiet about it. It doesn't prove anything at all, but my family kind of has lived in the same spot since the 1400s -- on a thin spot. Granted, one that's significantly less thin than this one. Ours is just very haunted."

Charity gets a raised hand and a wave. "Good luck with the interview. Remember, legs."

"Lots of misery to be found here. Yeah. Weird crap. But also plenty of great stuff, too. Things you would expect. I wouldn't want to live anywhere else, honestly." Ava gives a little shoulder shrug and grins at that. It's her truth and she's going to live it. She loves this town. Of course, Ravn's story has her arching those brows up pretty high. "Yeah, I think even I would have been backing away at that one. Let him give her the cow, and complete that weird little ritual and be done with it."

"See you later, Charity!" Another grin for Ravn. "It'll be a busy day at the clinic, I guess. Exciting. I should probably go get the office open. When you get a chance, though, I'd love to pick your brain about naiads. I'm wondering if Nimue is some kind of kin to them. Might give us some clues to where she may belong." With that, she's up and tossing away her cup, nudging that stroller to the side and shifting it doorwards. "Catch you soon!"