"Phew," Parker said, somewhat sheepishly, "I was starting to think you were, I dunno, shape-changing yourself."

Teige's brow wrinkled in puzzlement. "Eh? Is ennyone that good at shape-changing? Nah," he added, "my mum's got a friend who's an ink-witch, is all."

"Too bad Minnie's not an ink-witch, then," Parker mused, rolling the straw in her drink between her thumbs.

"Can't be too uncommon, though," Teige said with a slight shrug. "I'm sure Enodia's crawling with ink-witches. And if not Enodia, then Escalus. I hear Aetherians don't fuss much over gender. You want an estrogen spell, you can find it there."

While he said this last part Parker looked out the window through which the odd green light was coming--the porch outside was lit along its railings and pillars with string lights, and a fog lay close to the ground, diffusing the glow and obscuring anything beyond the short porch.

"Gotta get there first," she said. Teige's grin faded.

"Ah," he said, "well. Yea." He remained leaning easily up against the wall next to the window, but his long tufted tail wound around his ankles. "...Hawk tell you we're moving on, then?"

"Yeah."

Teige paused, then said awkwardly, "If I thought there was ennything we could--"

"Oh, can it," Parker said flippantly, rolling her eyes. "You two won't do any good hanging around here just to keep us company."