As often as I heard it said that I was a social little thing in Darrow, it still wasn't a reputation I was used to having. Maybe that's why I relished the chance so much to be someone I'd never been before. In Bon Temps, everyone avoided me. I was the weird one who could somehow know what everyone was thinking even when they didn't me a word. Even after most of my closest friends started learning what it was I could do and where it came from, for some of them, it only made things worse. Made them a little uneasy about being around me.

Darrow didn't have that problem as much, I guess. Or maybe I was good enough about hiding under the chaos. Either way, I loved being able to be open with people and express myself fully. Naturally, knowing Kathy, I wanted to give her the same opportunity.

Hearing the knock on my door, I rushed on over. Already, the apartment smelled like popcorn and salted caramel cookies that I'd baked for the occasion. I wanted to give her a chance to indulge a little.

"Kathy, hey!" I greeted warmly as I opened the door, stepping forward to give her a hug, and a kiss on the cheek. "Come on in, come on in. The cookies just got out of the oven, so you've got perfect timing. Oh, and if you brought wine — you realize I'm going to try and pour you a glass, right?"