( They sure don't, and soon enough they've been led on a merry goose chase all the way through to the outskirts of the party, on the fringes, near the wide expanse of grass that leads to the treeline. The strange thing is, despite not taking his eyes off of them, Hank will find between one blink and the next that the waiter is simply gone.
Until a tap on his shoulder from just behind, which startles even Laura into whipping around, her claws shooting out in her alarm, a spooked little smarl on her face — which promptly dies and turns into befuddlement as the waiter politely smiles and holds out a tray of brownies.
But- how did they-
Weren't they just-
She looks from Hank, to the waiter, to Hank again, and slowly retracts her claws — then tentatively reaches for an offered brownie. Because. Brownies are still important, even though she's confused. )
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Until a tap on his shoulder from just behind, which startles even Laura into whipping around, her claws shooting out in her alarm, a spooked little smarl on her face — which promptly dies and turns into befuddlement as the waiter politely smiles and holds out a tray of brownies.
But- how did they-
Weren't they just-
She looks from Hank, to the waiter, to Hank again, and slowly retracts her claws — then tentatively reaches for an offered brownie. Because. Brownies are still important, even though she's confused. )