His eyes finally opened - staring straight at an urn.
Raven blinked, coming awake groggily. When she saw Nathan standing beside Hector's urn, she threw the blanket off and scrambled to confront him.
His gaze dipped down to the mu mu she'd thrown on. "You're pregnant?!" he yelped. He knew they'd had woohoo the night before, but even he knew it was too soon to be his!
She'd kept the lights in the room off when they'd stumbled into the room, keeping all of her secrets in the dark...
Nathan shoved his hands in his hair. 3... 6... 9... "I... I have to go..." he said shakily. 12... 15... 18...
Hmph. Go figure.
"SHHHH!" the man told her again, exasperated.
Raven turned to glare at him. "SHUSH yourself, Edmund Flynn!" she growled. "Mean, Inappropriate ingrate!"
While the old man gaped at her, she stalked off towards the stairs.
The woman gave an apologetic smile. "Sorry, we ran out already. Can I get you something else?"
...but it wasn't chocolate...
Raven glanced over, ready to rip whoever dared to talk to her a new one.
Finally! Something to do in this backwards town! "Absolutely! Let's go!" she told him.
Raven shook her head. "No." She glanced around again, unable to shake the feeling that they were being watched. "Nothing."
Daryl seemed to understand she was feeling uncomfortable. "Are you ready to check out the next stop?" he asked.
Daryl slung his arm around her shoulders. "Sure, come on. Let's go."
Raven gasped with pleasure.
"Wanna go get your fortune read?" he asked, leading her through the garden trails towards the Gypsy Wagon.
Unfortunately, she left feeling extremely disappointed. Even she could give better fortunes than that old hag!