“Because knowing what a
pooka is next to
s**t for
anything.” Hel sneered into the boil’s ear before she let him go. “Delusional!?” She echoed. “I am
not! I have my jack damn diploma which I rightfully
earned.” And suffered for. She left Cormick’s side to instead march right on up to Lottie, though not too close, because she might lose sight of the ghoul underneath her bosom.
“And
you—“ She reached out and planted a dark hand firmly on the ghoul’s head, and then started to viciously muss up her hair. “You know what I am doing here?
Working. Because I have a
job as
the personal assistant to the head of the Trick or Treaters! So you better
run along now, kiddo! You do not want to miss out on
nap time!”