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[there is a desk, and on that desk is a lamp, casting a dim, forlorn glow on the stained, scratched surface; on that surface is a stack of papers, and a stack of books, and a cold cup of coffee

Kate is reading and sketching and scribbling and, on occasion, muttering]

Still can't figure out what that demon was. Wonder if they have.

[she pauses, fighting the urge to close her eyes]

Wonder if they'll still be there when I get back.

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[Still trailing her... uh... flock? of glowing moths. She jumps up onto the desk and starts purring.]

Hey, careful. This is important.

[stops, and stares, because she is once more talking to a cat, and said cat has...glowing moths]

...You're - is this normal for you?

Is what normal?

[feels vaguely that she should be surprised at another talking cat, but just gestures towards the moths]

Those.

Oh them. They're just friends.

Helpful friends. Unless you're trying to hide, anyway.

[cautiously pokes one of them]

[It flutters up and away from her finger like a plain old moth. Only glowy. Cy tilts her head.]

I like friends. [And suddenly for about three feet in every direction there's a thick cloud of glowing moths dancing and bobbing between each other.]

[smiles a bit, and then stiffens, and then relaxes, because the moths are PROBABLY not going to eat her]

Me too.

Nah, they won't eat you. They're moths.

[...the smile fades, and she stares]

How - are you psychic too?

What?

[hard stare]

You knew what I was thinking.

[pause]

And for the record, I've met flesh-eating butterflies.

Yeah. [Headtilt.] And icky.

So...you're a psychic kitten. [smirk] And yeah. Very.

Not a kitten. I'm a lady.

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