[I have acquired a slight werewolf problem while visiting Milliways with Bella. Do you have the time to come meet my new friend? He's cute, you'll like him.]
"...Who will be here in five minutes," she adds.
"Great," the siblings say at the same time, resembling each other more than usual when they do.
They clean her out of oranges. And popsicles and string cheese. She's going to have to adjust her grocery habits with werewolves about.
While Chris is on the way, Libby fills her in on the intricacies of the situation. She also takes the time to mention a relevant fact out loud.
"I never told you what my aunt's ingot power was, did I? It's a shield," Libby says. "She points it at somebody and they are protected against all imaginable kinds of harm. Three guesses who that is, and the first two don't count."
"Hi, guys," she says.
"You're just determined to find ways this is horrible, besides just your little brother moving away," remarks Orfeo to his sister. "Hi, Chris, it's lovely to meet you!"
"Likewise," she says, offering him a hand. "Extremely likewise. What's the problem with my hair, exactly?"
Orfeo shakes hands politely. He is awfully warm.
"You're right," she says to her niece. "He is awfully cute." To Elena, "This is not my one true haircut. If I don't like being exceptionally fluffy, I can change it."
"We're not talking fluffy here," says Elena. "Rachel's fluffy. You're going to be a wolf-shaped decorative tassel."
"See, now I want to experience this at least once, just to see if the reality lives up to the amazing mental image," she says, grinning.
"Okay, so tell me what it's like to be a werewolf. Decorative or otherwise."
"We're telepathic, when we're wolfy," Elena says. "Not nice voluntary telepathy like the 'brainphone'. Within a pack, anything you're thinking about gets broadcasted in real time to everyone else in the pack who's also being wolfy."
"We eat a lot," Orfeo says, looking at discarded wrappers and orange peels. "Like, a lot. If there are foods you don't like right now that'll probably go away."
"Every pack has an alpha. They are in charge. You cannot disobey an alpha order - if they really mean it - without splitting packs, and most people can't do that unless they're the original alpha's bloodline or if the alpha is deliberately trying to let them. And we need to have packs - the ones who've split off all by themselves, which is all of them except the three main alphas back home, are not in good shape," Elena goes on.
"We can regenerate. We don't get sick, or cold, or even tired from exertion - we do sleep normally though," pipes up Orfeo.
"So far I am seeing more upsides than downsides," says Chris. "A lot more." To Orfeo, she adds, "You can keep secrets, right? I know a lot of secrets. Most of them aren't that big a deal, but there's some."
"All the big ones are mine anyway," Libby assures him. "You won't have to keep them from me."
"Well, that's my sole objection down for the count." She shrugs. "Unless you have a big problem with Libby making me the alpha. Do you?"
"Are you going to be a bossy alpha? I've been ordered down twice in my life and I was a teenager both times. It's not something I want to make part of this complete breakfast."