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[there's a frazzled shapeshifter on your screens today, imPorts. He rubs a hand against his mouth and the scruff of his chin awkwardly, like he's going to make an effort to collect his thoughts - then promptly throws that plan out the window.]

Hey, uh. Sorta a specific question, but has anyone ever... lost track of a day and shown up at the Porter? With somethin' changed? Is that just - somethin' that happens on top of all the other weird shit this place does to a person?

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Oh! Right. I was too distracted by - [ Flirting. ] Talking with you.

[ She picks up her spoon and dips it in, then raises it to her mouth. A noise of surprise and delight answers her first taste. ]

Oh. That's so interesting. That's so good. Oh.

[ She covers her mouth with her hand as she chews - ]

Spicy.

[every cook loves compliments, but the real bonus is how expressive Kitty is in doling out hers. Sam laughs, smiling boyishly, and tears off a paper towel to offer her.]

That's that Cajun seasonin'. Nothin' quite like it. Glad you're enjoyin' it. Can you believe I'd always get people who wanted to dump half a bottle of hot sauce in their bowls even after tryin' it?

You're having a laugh.

[ She fans a little bit at her mouth - charmed rather than displeased. ]

I'll grant I'm an English girl, and so spicy foods aren't something I'm used to. But that sounds mad.

Oh, I'm serious. I don't know how their stomachs didn't rebel against 'em, but the people who love spice really love their spice.

[he waggles an empty fork at her.]

Tell you what, if I ever end up goin' down to Louisiana while I'm here, I'll take you with me. There's a lot more good food to try than just this. I haven't even covered boudin or beignets.

Really?

[ She beams at him, awfully pleased by the fact that he's even just thinking about that sort of thing. Wouldn't that be really lovely? A part of the country she's never seen, ample opportunities for seduction...not that she's exactly good at seduction. She tries to give come-hither eyes and they mostly end up just looking like she's got a twitchy eyelid or something. Sigh. ]

Beignets - that's the donut things, right?

Yeah, you've got it. [Sam's smile is dangerously bordering 'smirk' territory, but lacking any smug judgement. Kitty's bedroom eyes might need some mirror practice, but the shifter can tell interest when he sees it.

And he's just reckless enough to encourage it. To shove that little angel off his shoulder in favor of that lonely part of him which remembers the strength of Kitty's thighs and can appreciate the curve in her smile.]

I think we'd have a real good time together.

[ She smiles and decides to be a bit daring, reaching out and touching the back of his hand. ]

I do too.

[ Then she pulls her hand back, cheeks a little flushed with beer and with spice and with a bit of embarrassment. ]

And it could be cost-effective, too, couldn't it. We wouldn't have to pay for a hotel. We could just sleep out in a park as squirrels. Or in a river as alligators.

[Sam rewards the motion, gently turning his hand over so they're palm-to-palm. An invitation, if a careful one. He smiles as she pulls hers back, briefly flexing his fingers before he returns them to his glass.

She's cute as hell when she blushes.]

Well, we might still have to get the hotel. Just so park rangers aren't kickin' my naked ass out of a forest - I shift back when I sleep. Could get awkward.

Oh -

[ A little cluck of regretful sympathy. ]

Do you really? That's really too bad. There's really nothing in the world better than turning into a bear and having a nice sleep. No one knows how to sleep like a bear does.

Yeah. It's... made things awkward a time or two, for sure.

[only try "a time or twenty"]

Bear, huh? That your favorite? Your go-to? Every shifter I've met has one. S'supposed to be the form you feel most comfortable in.

Really?

[ Curiously: ]

That's been the case for the shapeshifters I've known, too. Well. Shapeshifter, singular. Though it was a person for him. Anyway. I guess mine is a cat. Or a sparrow. What about for you?

...Am I allows to make cat and "Kitty" comments, or is that too on the nose?

[a smirking question over a sip of whiskey. How could he resist? He's only human.]

Mm, but... mine's a dog. Always has been. With the shifters back home, that go-to form is almost always the first shift you take. And the one you have to shift into, when the moon's full.

You get anything from that? Full moons?

[ She shakes her head. ]

No. Nothing from it.

Do you have any trouble with silver? Or iron?

Also, no Kitty comments, thank you. The name came before the shapeshifting.

No, no, nothin' like that. Vampires do, back home - silver burns 'em - but weres and shapeshifters don't deal with anything like that. You do?

[weird. But he has to admit these little differences are interesting.]

S'gonna be hard to resist. [he scratches at his face with mock solemnity.] Might need incentive.

I'll turn into a dragon and stay at it till you forget all about me being a cat. How about that.

[ She grins - mostly just pleased to be able to brag about being able to become a dragon. ]

Anyway - yeah. Silver and iron's the worst. And some herbs, too - rosemary is wretched now. Makes me sicker than anything. Rowan, too, and mistletoe...I'm bloody dreading Christmas. What about size? How big can you get? If I try to go too big I turn into a puddle.

[it's a boast that works. Sam offers a jealous, incredulous look.]

A dragon? Goddamn you've got me beat there. [chances were good he wouldn't run into one to imprint on, after all.]

...Glad I didn't add any to this dish then. [sincerely.] You should've warned me about that, I'd have hated for the first meal I cooked you to make you sick.

But I can get as big as whatever it is I've seen, never had an issue with size. [a beat.] ...D'you mean that literally? When you say "puddle"?

[ She wrinkles her nose. ]

Yeah, I ought to have done, but - I forget about it a lot. [ A little wave of her hand, and she goes on - ] Anyway. Yeah, I turn into a literal puddle. I'm not really made of flesh and bone any more - I'm sort of half that, but also half made out of magical essence, built into the structure I want to be. If I can't sustain my form, all that essence loses its structure and collapses.

[ She glances at his expression, then adds, just a bit guardedly: ]

It's a very pretty puddle, I'm told.

Prob'ly liable to win every puddle beauty contest they've got. [agreed with mock seriousness, honestly just trying not to think too hard about a person turning into a puddle, pretty or no. Mostly because it just makes him think of the pile of bloody gore vampires become when their un-life ends, and that's not an image that'll help him finish dinner.]

So that bein' made of part magic - that a new thing for you?

[ She nods, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. A little self-consciously: ]

Yeah. Erm - you were around...when the Soviets invaded, right? I got killed during that. [ A little smile that doesn't look terribly happy. ] And came back, and was like this.

...Right. I remember you tellin' me about that. [one of the first conversations they'd had, actually.] I wasn't around for it though. Only heard about it. ...Lucky timing.

Well. Puddle or no puddle, I'm real glad to know you. You're a real beautiful person, Kitty. Inside 'n out.

Oh.

[ That flusters her - and not necessarily in the good, flirty, fun way. She shoves her fork into the food and pushes it around, looking down to avoid looking him fully in the eye. With cheerful facetiousness, she responds: ]

Well, you hardly know what my insides are really like, do you? But thank you, that's sweet. You're the same.

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