Three months. Or close on it, anyroad. Long enough to turn into somethin' I'd swat if I saw it on the window.

[She smiles wryly, and half-opens her wings just in case he's somehow missing her meaning. Tackling the whole monster thing head on feels like the fair thing to do here.]

I meant it about the coffee. There's a place just down the way, and sittin' oughtta make talkin' easier. [A though strikes, and her eyes light up with something just this side of mischief.] Shit, and they've got choklit, too. You won't believe it, how sweet they make things here.