"Y'know, that doesn't sound like a terrible plan," said Threnody. "I mean, out of the available options." She sat down next to Ivan at the bar, prepared to order a coffee for herself as well -- with cream and<em>lots</em>of sugar.<br/><br/>"What the hell were they thinking, having us meet at the witching hour? I figured they had some ghost or something they wanted us to see, but..." she shrugged.