“You nailed toilet paper,” Moira said dryly, “what else is left? It’s the hottest commodity during an apocalypse, so you’d be fine.”
“Just not hydrated,” I added. “Which might make the point of toilet paper moot.”
Tess stared at us. “I don’t have to pee in my other form.”
“Also making the toilet paper a moot point,” Moira said.
I snorted. “Want some dinner?”
I peeked at the pan to make sure Moira left some. Not much, but enough to scrape up a small serving.
“No thanks. I had a date tonight.”
Moira’s mouth dropped open. “You did? Who? Where?”
Tess sank onto my couch and shook her head. “I want to keep it private for now.”
Moira blinked. “What? You tell us everything! Now you’re gatekeeping your date?”
I lay a hand on Moira’s arm.
“I don’t tell you everything,” Tess said quietly. “You just talk enough for everyone.”
I put a hand over my mouth to hide my smile.
“Tess!” Moira shoved a bite in her mouth and chewed furiously.
“Don’t feel like you have to tell us anything.” I shot Moira a quelling look. “Everything is still brand new.” I gave her a hopeful smile. “But I hope if things progress, we’ll have the opportunity to meet him.”
Tess nodded. “If things progress.”
Moira’s nostrils flared, but she stayed silent, shoving food in her mouth as if to keep herself from saying something she shouldn’t.
“Also,” Tess said. “There’s someone in the driveway. I saw him when I popped into the back.”
My lips thinned. “I need to extend the wards again.” Doing so would be a pain in the ass for deliveries, but random strangers dropping by unannounced these days might be worse.
“Could you tell who it was?”
She shook her head. “Male. That’s all.”
“Was he doing anything suspicious?”
“Nope.” Tess yawned. “Leaning against your vehicle.”
Moira scraped up the last of her Bolognese and washed her plate. “Ready when you are. Since someone is out there, using the potions would be suspicious. Let’s go out and greet him first.”
“Potions?” Tess yawned again and stood.
“You alright?” Moira asked. “Yawning does not signal an exciting start to a nighttime heist.”
Tess blushed.
“Oooh,” Moira said. “Maybe more went down than just dinner.” She made a production of checking the time on her phone. “All before 9:30?”
Tess’s blush deepened. “This is why I don’t tell you anything,” she grumbled.
Moira laughed and slung an arm across Tess’s shoulders. “Good for you, banshee.”
