[Another tipsy little giggle; She's too drunk and immature for all this innuendo.] I dunno, I guess I just assumed th'Spring goddesses were a bit more... Virginal. But maybe it really does take all types.

So they talk a big game, but when th'time comes t'get th'job done, they don't deliver? That's a cryin' shame. [Poor Ed. There's something lewd in his stare, as if he'd love the opportunity to prove both women wrong, but he knows better than to raise his voice and interrupt Mab's ice cream social.]

It is a little like eating perfume, yes, but it smells great.

[Oni makes an agreeing noise around her spoon.] Women change. He'd better get used to it. Are y'thinking of doin' a new look?

No, I hadn't noticed that. [And that's some degree of alarming. Oni considered herself his friend, but without his sometimes confounding sense of humor, what was left? Just his pain, and loneliess, and a compulsion to kill-- Out of boredom, if nothing else.] Per'aps... Certainly worth payin' closer attention, at least.