Domingo
"Yeah, maybe!"

Nicole was fishing around upstairs, but ultimately found nothing new of interest. Just them and their mugs for the end of time. 

"What's up? We find the pack of beavers behind this yet?" They smiled, oblivious to everyone else's departure.

"Look, by the way- look at this one." Nicole jingled Séaghdha's- no, *Their* Cup back and forth, before drawing out a green pen. "Greens a you color. You should take it."
Samantha
"Nahhhhhh m8 I was sleepin' like old sleepy slippers I got took off. Some bugger's put me in here like I'm some fuckin' degenerate, some fuckin' crim. Me!" 'Nonna' shot back at the non-vampire, glaring threateningly. Or it would be threateningly, if not for the fact it was clearly about as harmful as a beached magikarp. "Any of ya got tasty brains though? I ain't fussy."
Daniel
Anonymous smiled back to Larad at his correction. She'd have liked to answer him but she had some more important matters to attend to. At the inquiry about a tasty brain, Anonymous tucked her right arm behind her back, not wanting to give Nonna any ideas about Sylvia. It probably wasn't going to happen, but she was overly protective of her. 

"Well... Want us to take you to him? He's at his home, talking complete nonsense without you. I'm sure his noggin's missin' ya."
Ruth
"Should we... Carry them?" *Larad poked the top of the shell before holding Nonna with a single pincir, trying to keep them away while picking them up* "Do you have any ideas of who picked you? Did you see their face, their frame? Perhaps remember their head given your... Liking of brains?"