"So, not everybody I know has a cute name."

"But plenty of 'em!"

Zeus giggles. And eats more pizza.

"That's a lot of pizza," Ophelia observes.

"Wolves eat a lot. You can have a slice if you want though."

"You cook too?"

"Do I ever."

"...You're right," she says, "that is a weird question. And yes. And what the hell?"

"Okay so this bar does alternate dimensions! And sometimes the alternate dimensions are, like, not so creative, so it does people over and over again, but with some things tweaked, like, you don't look like my imprint, but you talk like him and there's also the pansexual reckless sharp things - I forget all the words I used already - there's also that thing."

"I'm not surprised I don't look like your imprint. What's your imprint look like?"

"White, almost as tall as me, not quite wolf amount of buff but close, longish curly hair, it's kind of hard to describe faces - you wouldn't have to look like him, though, there's one who looks more like Jake than like Harley for instance."

"Uh - yeah, I was going to say not born shaped that way but one was. And then there's magic. Wolves can actually only imprint on girl-shaped people, Harley was fucking around with magic."

"Huh!" she repeats. "Magic, like, what kind of magic?"

"There's a bunch of kinds, that kind was wish coins."

"What other fun stuff can wish coins do?"

"Most anything if you have a big enough one."

"Nifty. I want some."

"I don't have any on me. Harley'll have to come out of the bathroom eventually, though."

"Yeah, one would hope!" she snickers.

"Usually he leaves Andrea with me and she'd do time syncing but she's been less clingy lately."

"Andrea?"

"Oh, uh, she's his daemon. He started keeping his soul outside of his body after there was a teleportation accident? It's weird."