you're gonna love tomorrow, i'm making it my personal guarantee

[praevaricatio]

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[swillpot]

I'm assuming they wanted to try and cover up all the murder and forced cardiectomies.

[Just a thought.]

But the moonstone shouldn't be hard to find. It'll probably be the only thing still intact.

[illtempered]

They did.

( Rightfully. )

I heard. Werewolf ears.

( One more kiss. )

Come on.

( And he takes his place besides, not across from, Alex by the firepit in the open breeze. )

Stiles is a vampire.

[swillpot]

[Alexander turns to follow him as he considers the information.]

Is that a good or bad thing?

[He doesn't know Stiles but he does know some vampires and things with werewolves can get messy.]

[illtempered]

With what little I know about vampires, it's my worst nightmare.

( And that gets Alex a smirk. )

He's alive. The pack will adjust. Stiles was the token human. Now, he's the special snowflake.

[swillpot]

He'll have to adjust too, to the new nocturnal lifestyle.

[Because that, he's heard, is the hardest part of being a vamp.]

[illtempered]

The other favor.

( He taps the bottom of the fork against table. )

Are you familiar with a daylight ring.

[swillpot]

[Alexander nods slowly.]

I am. Are you asking me for one?

[illtempered]

Or, the spell for one.

( He sets the fork down. )

It's your timing. Perfect for me. Too perfect for everyone else. If you can't, Caroline Forbes might have other avenues. You don't have to say yes. I don't ask for all of this.

( But he is, isn't he. )

Maybe we can focus on the eggs. Tell me about your - ( What would Jackson want to talk about. ) being a witch. Were you always a witch?

[swillpot]

Pretty much. You're born with it.

[It is not Maybelline.]

And I'll do it. But you'll owe me a favor, to be claimed later.

[It's clear from his tone that it will not be a serious favor, but no, Jackson doesn't get to know what it is now.]

[illtempered]

I give good favor.

( Jackson Whittemore? Cocky?

But now it's time to eat. And chat while eating and not describing such descriptive eating! )

Being a witch isn't Maybelline.

[swillpot]

Nope.

[Alexander looks up with a smirk.]

You've either got it, or you don't.

[illtempered]

You could be a werewolf. ( Whether you got it, or you ain't. And Jackson's got it. ) Get bitten. Are there wolf-witches?

( How do you like them egg rolls, Mr. Goldstone! He's liking these eggs, though. )

[swillpot]

Mixing the species is where it gets a little dicey.

[Honestly she doesn't know how his magic would interact with Jackson's kind of werewolf. In theory there are witch-wolves of his kind of werewolf - he's never met one - but no one who was ever bitten.]

I know that I definitely can't be a vampire though. General rule of thumb, you get turned you lose your magic.

[illtempered]

Why?

( He's not an expert, so learning more about this, it could help. And it stops him from continuing to ask, ask, ask things of Alexander. )

[swillpot]

Nature strives for balance. Every strong thing must have a weakness and every action must have a consequence. Everything that lives, must be able to die in some form. When witches try to manipulate that balance, they have to pay the cost.

[He shrugs.]

Vampires are a perversion of nature. Therefore, if a witch chooses to become one, they're choosing to give up their magic as a result.

[illtempered]

Vampires are perverse. I binged True Blood.

( He gets a smirk back. It's a flirtation he likes to string along, lightly, but when Jackson wants something, he goes for it. It worked for him with Ethan. Maybe it will work here. )

Are werewolves imbalance? Perverse?

[swillpot]

I don't know.

[And that much is true.]

I've never met a witch who was bitten by an alpha.

[illtempered]

You're the first witch I've met. If you're like all witches. I'm a fan of the witch.

( He grins. )

How are the eggs?

[swillpot]

Delicious.

[He smirks.]

I don't know who you bribed for them, but I offer my thanks.

[illtempered]

A hunter owes me one. Also, nobody else was making breakfast. Next time I'll make it myself.

( It's something he took the time learning and experimenting. Lazy Sundays and weekdays with Ethan before meeting friends or taking in events. )

Thanks for not docking points.

[swillpot]

For what?

[Because he's well-aware of how the supernatural world works. Sometimes you have to make use of the resources you have, or things come up that are more important.]

Have you done something wrong that I should know about?

[illtempered]

He wanted a favor. I'll put in a good word for him with Allison. Argent.

( Apparently, they have bad blood. )

[swillpot]

Ahhh.

[He glances back over his shoulder to see if he can catch a glimpse of this mysterious hunter.]

Which one was it?

[illtempered]

The dishwasher.

( Katherine stands nearby, impatient, no doubt from her earlier idea. Werewolf hearing does its' thing. )

You recognize him?

[swillpot]

[He's almost done, Katherine, don't worry.

Alexander glances back, appraising for a moment, before nodding.]

Damian Jericho. There are worse hunters out there to vouch for. And honestly I don't think he's bad, he just ... goes against the grain. Most hunters are whiskey soaked revenge-mongers, Winchesters included. I'd almost rather work with someone like Damian, but I'm a minority in that.