[Swear to god, Teddy is not always this verbose. Well. Okay, they ramble when they’re stressed, but. They’re definitely feeling aware of it held up against Bigby’s taciturn manner and lack of interruptions. They push their hair back from their face and rub their neck, smiling lopsidedly when he says he can figure it out.

The next thing makes Teddy blink, though; makes the sort of unsettling not quite real he’s been stalwartly ignoring — in favor of just getting through things that are clearly fucking real — hover at his edges.

She exhales a little uncertain laugh.]


Not, uh. Personally, no.

I guess everyone back home has a good ghost story, but. …You mean, vampires, werewolves. Magic that really works.