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I suppose I could, depending on how the price compares to that amount of coffee.

You'll have to do that math on your own. I'm never sure how much any of that costs anymore.

You know I never mind doing math. Although it might not hurt to know the price of a few staple human items in case you're trying to blend in.

Probably, yeah. I've got a general idea, at least, and enough money to usually not have it matter if I actually buy anything.

A general idea's probably enough for the basics. And then there are plenty of things that people don't know, depending on their interests outside of necessities. I don't know precisely how much a lot of sporting equipment costs off the top of my head, for example.

[ Very true. Not like I buy food or sporting equipment often at all. I do have a good and accurate idea on how much guitar strings go for nowadays. ]

More people know food prices than they do sports, just because al humans have to eat. Though where you shop can make the price vary, too. Thanks to you I know some guitar, pick, and string prices, too.

I think the only food price I know off the top of my head is jerky.

Unless catnip counts as a food price.

We can say it counts.

Especially since I deny her jerky, much to her consternation. I'd offer you snacks in return, but I don't know how to do that other than having blood packs on hand, which would get tricky.

I'll have to pick up some fancy tuna for her, then, as a little treat to distract her from your jerky stash.

You provide me plenty of pigeons to keep me well fed. But if you want, I can give you the number of my contact for blood bags. Just in case you want to give me treats.

That would be easy to find in the fish markets near the harbor. Tuna's by far her favorite of the wet treats she's tried.

I never say no to a contact. It can't hurt to have some on hand just in case there's an emergency and I'm not around.

Makes me wonder if she spent time catching fish on her own before you scooped her up.

No, can't hurt at all. Don't figure it's a good idea to count on latching onto you teeth first every time something goes sideways.

I could share what I've gathered about her backstory, if you really wanted.

No indeed, and while in roads can be made for it, an established contact already in the field is never to be discounted.

Yes, please! If I get to writing a song about her I'd like it to be as accurate as possible.

Exactly. And Jimmy is a pretty good contact when it comes to getting weirder things.

I actually did find her by the harbor. She didn't belong to any of the ships that were docked, but it's possible at one point she'd been a ship cat, or the descendant of one of the many strays in that area. With all the shipping crates and market vendors, it's a smart place to find some food to eat. The vet said she's about two years old.

What other weird things is he a good man to know for getting?

She is pretty smart, isn't she? Making it out there for that long, on a ship or just in the harbor, is very impressive.

Other than illicit blood? He's a ghoul, so he usually runs other Kindred-related deals. Blood bags in general are one thing, but from what I've heard he can get really specific about the type and the mood even. Sometimes, depending on what it is, he'll deal in artifacts, but nothing major. Little magicked things, mostly.

She is a little survivor. Which makes her fit right in this city.

Blood has a mood? As in the mood of the donor when having it drawn?

Fits in even better in the Slat. I'm sure on some level she might realize that, given how taken she is with you.

Yeah! That's a lot of what I did before, when I was wandering around. Getting the mood right for other Kindred. Some of them are limited on what kinds of blood they can keep down, so I'd do what I could to make sure they'd have something they could use at the end of the night.

I just have a tall shoulder for her to sit on.

Interesting. I knew there are different types of blood of course, but the mood aspect is new. What does my mood say about my blood?

Don't do yourself a disservice. The power of your higher vantage point is just an extra perk.

Concern, mostly, from the one time I've had it. Kind of hard to describe. It's not like a taste or a flavor or anything, more like... A resonance. Feels how you are in the moment.

It makes up for no longer fitting into small spaces.

Makes sense, and also, I feel confident then I don't give off good eating vibes in general. Might want to let Jesper know though he's a happy go lucky snack buffet.

You think she can't still squish herself into small spaces? I found her the other night wedged into one of my record boxes, happy as anything in the three inches between the box and the rest of the records.

I'll be sure to let him know he's up next on snack rounds. Your vibes don't make you unappealing, though. At least not to me.

No, no I meant me now providing her with a tall pillar to perch upon makes up for me no longer fitting into small spaces. I'm a little too tall to crouch into where I once could.

No? I thought being intense might be akin to... gristle. I don't know. Good to hear it's not.

Ah, that does make more sense. We can't all have liquid bones like cats.

No gristle at all. Honestly the intensity is pretty nice, but I won't make a habit of indulging in it.

Cats are like that, and ferrets. I definitely don't, and I'm sure there's a joke about me being inflexible in there that I appreciate you avoiding.

Also appreciated, I work hard to make myself more caffeine than water. Frequent donations might upset that balance.

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