"I'm also drinking the hot chocolate, yeah."  She sips demonstratively.  "It's good; thank you."

"You're welcome. So if you can go in houses and don't drink blood..." She leans over to get out a spoon and consults Judy's reflection in the spoon.

It exists.  It waves.

"I mean I do definitely drink blood.  I just also drink hot chocolate."

"- ah.

I'm not - sure how much blood I have after you, uh, healed me..."

" - Oh!  Oh, no, I didn't mean - I'm not evil - "

"That's... good..." She finishes her whisky in one gulp, makes a face, puts the glass in the sink. "I'm going to... change... into less bloody clothes..."

"Yeah."

Millie goes and gets changed into yoga pants and a T-shirt with indecipherably faded writing on it. Comes back. "So, uh, is vampire-world - invading, or -"

"I didn't get the memo if so.  - Sorry, that was really flippant, uh - I think probably not?  Like, I would be really surprised.  I just, like - so, we can teleport, and that's kind of my main thing, so I went to this cave because why not right, and I was there for a little while and then all of a sudden I was sitting on the sidewalk, like, a bunch of blocks that way, a couple hours ago.  And like, I didn't do it, and I don't have any idea what did?  Maybe the cave was magic."

"...huh. Teleporting vampires."

"The magic's pretty versatile."

"What else does it do?"

"Uh, lots - healing, obviously, and like aging and stuff too; shapeshifting; flying; reflexes and better senses and stuff; making yourself smarter . . . uh, and there's some messed up stuff too, but I - I don't - "

"Wow, that's so cool... how'd you turn into a vampire?"

"If you go put hydrogen peroxide on your clothes right now I bet you can still get the blood out of them," is apparently the deflection her brain supplies.

"The skirt had a big rip when I looked but the blouse I did that already, yeah - but how'd you -"

"I don't really prefer to talk about it?"

"Oh..."

Awkward time-filling sip - oh no she's out of hot chocolate.  She will . . . pretend . . . to sip.  This is fine.

"...do you want another? Are - are you okay, actually, just having - teleported here -"

"I mean I'm not the one who got hit by a car . . ."

"Yes, but you fixed me and I can't really - fix you."

"Well, I don't think I really need much fixing.  On account of not having been hit by a car."  (This time.)  "I guess I could use some food if you have any around?"

"...like blood or like tunafish."

"Definitely more like tunafish although I'm actually vegetarian.  But it's okay if you don't - I saw a diner - "