Liam slept late. It was at least ten before he roused, but admittedly he hadn't felt this good waking up in the better part of a century. He followed the melodious sound of Cypress Hill up the stairs, and found the two ladies duking it out in Mario Kart. Robyn was already in her disguise - which looked freshly laundered. Caleb was tearing into a piece of homemade yam jerky, and held it in his laws as he rose to greet his master.

"Hey dude," Pockets said over her shoulder as she spied him. "Somebody slept well."

WP 8/8
BP 8/15
6XP
Health: Injured -1


"You have no idea," he replied. The day's sleep had been transformative. Gone were the full thickness third degree burns with the weeping flesh beneath and ugly black eschar towards the margins. His skin was smooth and intact, if slightly pink, and even his hair had grown back. Though still admittedly more than a little stiff, he no longer felt pained with every movement. "I almost feel human again."

Casting his gaze downward towards Caleb he reached out to scratch behind the dog's ears.

"No funny business tonight, I promise," he said. "We're just going to get you your kibble. And maybe a fresh set of clothes for me. That's all."

"Yeah, no freakin' detours this time," Robyn said.

"And I'm coming along just in case the shit goes down," Pockets said. "Plus I know more about the vampy side of things than Hermione Granger here does."

"We don't invoke that terf's work in this house," Robyn quipped. She checked Pockets with her shoulder, sending her off the virtual road.

"I don't know any other girl wizards," Pockets replied. "High Fantasy is a sausage fest."

The game was over. Robyn has snagged first place. She tossed the controller in victory. "Finally!" she cried.

"Ah I was gettin' sick of beatin' ya," Pockets said. The pair stood.

"Ready when you are," Robyn said to Liam.