Winter has come to New York, and with it, a blizzard. Ezekiel Lennox, being deterred by neither wind nor snow, has set himself to the task of clearing out the corpses from a commercial zone. He wants to put on an ice fair.
"Too bad not everyone can experience the awesome of being all wolfy."
"Maybe you can turn someone by feeding them your fur or something."
"Your mum said wolves don't turn or get turned. It's only offspring that get it."
"Yeah. Wonder why that is."
"When we're not worrying about kids starving or getting strep throat and freezing we can science at it."
"Just as long as they don't ask for more fingers."
This is a giggle-worthy comment.
"I'm gonna go negotiate the commercial side of things."
"Let me know who you sign on. I'll come look at the place later and start planning what goes where."
He makes a beeline for Jo or Nick. Whoever's closer.
Happens to be Nick, looking more smug than he has in a while.
"Good day shop-cat!"
"Indeed it is. Hehehe. How's things?"
"Planning an ice fair! I've already secured juice for the pretty lights!"
"And it just gets better, since I imagine you will require a significant amount of logistical support."
"Yes....and why are you so happy?"
"I acquired a strategic resource, the nature of which shall remain secret for now."
"Oh, good I guess. I was worried you had found some way of making Tabby quiet."
"Something like that would be much more impressive."
"Hmm...is it a perpetual motion machine?"
"You don't get hints. The world will find out when the time is right."
"Yeah, that's not ominous. So, think you'll have time to help with the fair I between tending to your cauldron of Lilith blood or whatever it is?"
"Sure! As long as I get appropriately compensated, of course."
"I know, I know. We can put you as a sponsor on the posters or something."
"Hm. I prefer something more concrete... Like your help moving around a large amount of concrete mix I found."