After leaving the park, Leo gets back into his conveniently tinted-windowed car. (Functional, but not conspicuously nice; this is Chicago.)
"Well," he says wryly, "that was fun."
Harry fumbles in his pockets for his wallet and fumbles in his wallet for a business card, then scrawls an address on the back and hands it over. "Here you go. Your buddy can probably navigate if you haven't worked out streets yet."
Cath meows his name.
"...And none of us ever introduced ourselves, did we."
"Nnnnnope. Harry Dresden, wizard for hire." He extends a hand.
(Meow.)
"And my cat, of course, is Catherine."
Harry nods to Catherine. "I don't know whether you'd rather shake, but it'd feel rude just flaunting my opposable thumbs at you. Hello."
"Excellent. Well, uh, unless you need any more help, I should probably... check out these books. For my friend."
Leo arrives, wearing an extravagant hat.
"That very tall wizard walked past me carrying a stack of trashy romance novels," he notes. "He looked like he'd just made an ass of himself, but I think he might just look like that."
"We had a perfectly pleasant and civil conversation and he invited us to come to his house later today to eat pizza and be introduced to pixies," says Milo.
"He just looks like that, then. Why on earth would you want to meet pixies? It's like talking to children."
"Apparently fairy creatures aren't subject to language barriers and pixies are an especially non-evil example?"
"Well, that's true, I suppose. I guess malks are out in that case."
Meow.
"She wishes she wouldn't be compared to them so frequently."
"Well, they're not the worst creatures. Primarily scavengers anyway, they only kill when they need to or for ritualistic sport. And they're awfully good conversationalists if you don't mind the whole soul issue."
Cath jumps into Milo's lap. He pets her.
"And Cath doesn't want to go talking to any strange creatures without me."
"Aw. I can practically guarantee that the malks would kill you if you tried that shit. They run in packs, too, so it's not like they'd all be paralyzed by soul pains like me. Then they'd kill and eat whoever got the soul. And probably me too, come to think of it. So, malks, possibly a less great idea."
"Mm. There's worse around."
"It's almost like you've been here!"
Leo gets some books for himself and sits at Milo's feet, hat beside him.