Spike was busy making plans. Teebie arrived before dawn and settled on a barstool. “You are adapting well.” Spike was putting glassware away, and she smiled at the djinn. “Yeah. I have a talent for it. It comes with carrying my own defences on my back. I can be at home anywhere.” “Well, I am glad that you are moving in. During your day out, the house you are in will be expanded to make you more comfortable.” Spike laughed. “It seems everyone knows about that.” “We are a small community that serves a greater cause. We enjoy gossip. Even my aunt sneaks back to visit now and then. She misses it, but her contact with the human world is important to her. The gossip she brings back is tremendous.” “Can I get you anything?” “There is a bottle of wine with my name on it back there.” Spike looked around behind the counter and the letters TB were indeed on a tag on a bottle’s neck.
