“It is not possessed. He is the shop.”
“But sometimes he has legs like a chicken.”
“When he stands up.”
Seymour slurped his coffee. “Okay, okay.” He slurped some more, hoping the precious caffeine would somehow solve all of his problems. He knew that wasn’t possible, so he sighed and asked, “So, Day, you want us to go see the talking chicken leg house?”
Day meowed enthusiastically.
“Okay. Great.” Seymour sagged into his chair. “Loved that place. Can’t wait.”
“Ahem.”
Seymour flinched, glancing over his shoulder to see who it was.
Dagobert stood a few yards away, sneering. He blinked, as if surprised, and then he nodded to the other side of the table with a smirk.
Seymour whipped his head back to see Day chugging more milk.
Right.
Which looked like a cup of milk floating in the air to everyone else.
“Hey, Dracula!” Seymour rolled his eyes. “How about you?—”
Dagobert was gone.
“—suck off… Damn! That was a good one too.”
“A good what?” Sariel asked.
“Don’t worry about it.” Seymour patted Sariel’s hand. “So, uh, we don’t have to worry about him or dragon lady?”
“No.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“Why? Is my answer not sufficient?”
Seymour downed the rest of his coffee. “We can chat about it on the way back to the talking shop chicken place whatever.” He reached for Day. “Ready, lil’ girl?”
Day meowed, springing up on Seymour’s shoulder with a happy purr.
“Hey, you got a lil’ somethin’.” Seymour grabbed one of the napkins to carefully dab off a spot of milk from her whiskers.
Day smiled sweetly, holding perfectly still for him.
“There. Now we’re ready.”
“Meow.”
Once they were outside, Seymour fell into step beside Sariel. He took his hand, asking, “The vampire and dragon. Are they not part of the monster mob?”
“As a vampire, Dagobert falls under the rule of Mr. Morénas-Mostro, as all Terrestrial monsters are his.”
“And the dragon?”
“No. She is not a member of the family, but the relationship is considered civil.”
