"Yeah. It's a short drive, at least."

“Lovely.”

And so they can drive!

They barely have enough time for two songs on the way to Jonabeth's. She lives in a slightly run down American four-square close to the edge of town, and Cooper parks and takes the crumbling stone steps up to her porch two at a time. The porch itself creaks under their weight, and the doorbell sounds toneless and sharp when Cooper rings it.

Not even a minute later, the door's pulled aside, revealing a woman about Cooper's age, a bit disheveled.

"Hey! Cooper! And - new friend?"

“I hope so! I’m a weapon: I spontaneously awakened while he was assaulting a dungeon, there was stabbing, that dungeon is no longer extant, and now I’m staying with him. You have excellent taste in friends, Cooper’s great.”

"He is! That sounds exciting. Cooper hadn't told me he was going after a dunj - seriously, boy needs to call sometime - come on, let me get you a drink. Bet you haven't had anything yet..."

“Thanks. I think that I’d find alcohol disconcerting, have anything virgin?”

"Other than Cooper? Got some sodas, some sweet tea, some lemonade. Ginger ale, coke, sprite..."

“Coke.”

"Sprite, though I'll also take fewer terrible puns."

"I make the best puns. But soda it is."

Jamie follows her inside the house, if she seems follow-able.

“I’m looking forward to my first culinary experience! If it’s as good as music I’ll pass out from the excess.”

"You poor thing, did Cooper subject you to his music tastes? I'm no five star chef, but I know my way around my instruments."

“Do feel free to demonstrate.”

"I'll get everyone settled first, then - hm, living room's not got good reverb but neighbors keep complaining about noise if I go in backyard..."

‘I wonder why your neighbors might complain about you’, he does not say.

“It isn’t urgent. How did you come to know Cooper?”

"Known each other since forever. Went to school together; small town like this, you get to know pretty much every kid your age. Got in trouble at Sunday school together, too, though that was forever ago. Preacher was screaming something 'bout me being a devil child last I saw him."

“I’d believe it.”

"Might've had something to do with the giant pentagram in the yard."

“Oh?”

"I'm a little shit, what can I say, tried to summon a bird demon. Didn't work. I thought for sure it would, given how often preach was warning about the dangers of witchcraft."

“You’re lucky. The last time I tried summoning a bird demon, it worked, and then all it did was peck at the ground and ask for crackers. It was very disappointing.”

"What've you two been getting up to that you've had time for demon summoning?"

“Oh, the usual. Robbing banks. Going to hookup bars. Racing unicorns. Sacrificing tennis balls to elder gods.”

"You're a horrible liar."