Oh, kids. Little kids. Yeah, if Ghoul had to wrangle dozens of literal children every day, he wouldn't want to come home to a bunch of den chaos, either. She made a good call there.
He nods in understanding, putting a pause on the conversation until they've got their drinks all settled. Ghoul ends up with some ridiculous combination of absolute bullshit that probably clocks in at around 600 calories, but it's breakfast, okay. It's fine.
He stands to the side until Laura's set and ready to go. Once they're outside again, he breaks the unfortunate news to her. "Sooo, I don't know what you've heard yet, but the climate you're gonna get is kinda..." He pauses, carefully searching for the right word to describe the current state of affairs. "Super-fucked?" Good enough.
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He nods in understanding, putting a pause on the conversation until they've got their drinks all settled. Ghoul ends up with some ridiculous combination of absolute bullshit that probably clocks in at around 600 calories, but it's breakfast, okay. It's fine.
He stands to the side until Laura's set and ready to go. Once they're outside again, he breaks the unfortunate news to her. "Sooo, I don't know what you've heard yet, but the climate you're gonna get is kinda..." He pauses, carefully searching for the right word to describe the current state of affairs. "Super-fucked?" Good enough.