<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4b/02/42/4b024225317d660c10c1354e6c9c80be.jpg)</div><strong>Where:</strong>Intro to Arcane Theory, the next day.<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Nyx, open<br/><hr/><br/>Well. That was relief, she supposed.  It meant she still knew nothing about what had happened to her, but it also meant she could be pretty sure shew as herself. She'd figured she was- what spirit could possibly be as rad and bad (and horny) as she'd always been? But then under her half-baked theroy, a hitchhiker would have thought the exact same thing, right?<br/><br/>Hmm. Better to not dwell on that.<br/><br/>Then Marrymealittle started demonstrating a WHAT? Fire freaking<em>breath</em>?  "Thanks, pass," she muttered, more loudly than she'd intended. SHe'd put a lot of things in her mouth, but fire was the one thing on Earth she was, like, totes phobic over.<br/><br/>"Hey," she whispered, poking Nyx. "Don't expect you're ever gonna kiss me if you swallow that gunk!"