“He’ll be just fine, now then, any updates on our Wonderland problem?” Katy asked.
“Our ambassadors have arranged a meeting, we’re just waiting on you” Fubuki said.
“Right, well let’s get to it, the better we can understand each other, the faster we can help the little ones” Katy said.
“We had to prevent them from having sex with her! While she was unconscious!” Horace growled, frowning. “One of whom was the Anesthetist himself.”
“Fuckers!” Mara hissed as she glared at each of them in turn.
“Language!” Arawn injected with a disapproving frown
“What’s my soul like then?”
“Eh, like an Ogress. Big, full of… hard stuff. Pulpy.” Visgali’s abyssal eyes were mesmerizing, but the comparison stung the bartender’s own pride. “You’re a stiff drink, but I need a- a-,” the nightgaunt’s eyelids lulled over as she drifted off to sleep mid-sentence.