"It is amazing! It's from Tod's!" Maurice held his head up in pride. Their town had the one and only Tod's because there was only one Tod. Well. There was only one Tod like their Tod.

Beers in hand, he sank back down in his seat and instantly shotgunned one of them because holy shit what a night he'd had and it wasn't even midnight yet.

Once he was finished, he sucked in a deep breath and lowered the can to the table. "Whooohh...okay. Okay, I'm...better now." He coughed--some of the beer had gone down the wrong tube. Maurice thought about their situation again. Nothing had changed. But everything had changed. Heather would never stop being Heather but now that she had this gift, he worried about setting it off by accident. She was new at the whole birdbeast thing and he remembered all too well how hard it was dealing with the vampire thing.

"What d'we do now?"