Brycen wasn't much of a baker, or really a cook for that matter. He had tried so many times to cook things and always either burnt it or set something on fire. The wolf usually left that to his husband, or to Eliot. It was hard enough to try and bake things but he attempted to bake cookies but he was a little worried they weren’t that good. Picking one up he tasted it, “Okay tell me these aren’t as bad as I think they are or that I’m just terrible when it comes to baking? 

Drinking had ceased to have an effect right around the time Matthias had been changed. Still, old habits died hard, which was why he’d found himself seated at the bar nursing some sort of concoction that the bartender had advertised as a new brew. He wasn’t much interested in what it was or what it was supposed to taste like; he simply sat here for the ambience. Matthias had learned early in his life that the quickest way to get to know one’s surroundings was to find the local watering hole. There was the added benefit of drawing more inspiration for Sinner. “Oh please, don’t let me interrupt this eventful evening,” he said, gaze drifting up from the glass he held. 

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When: Mid day

Where: New York Fire House in Brooklyn

It was a rare day with no class until later on in the afternoon, and she had taken advantage of the free time in the burgeoning spring sunshine that signalled the oncoming summer, something that she was desperately excited for. She was ready for summer more than she would let on, and she smiled to herself as she sat on the grass with her back against the tree trunk, her book laying open on her lap as her eyes scanned the page. Finishing another chapter she touch a break, leaning back and letting some of the rays hit her face. “I’m so ready for summer.” she said to no one in particular. 

Where: Brooklyn Prescient

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After the lull in activity of the last few days, throwing a full moon event had seemed like the only logical thing. The hunters were occupied, wolves and mermaids were consumed by their own suffering, and the banshees were hardly a threat. It seemed as good a night as any to attempt to increase foot traffic at The Sinner again. Still, celebration seemed to be a far fetched hope given the events of the passed few weeks and the way in which members of the supernatural world were still collectively holding their breaths. But that was hardly any reason to put a pause on living, Matthias decided. “First one’s on the house,” he announced, securing his own glass. “Then I expect all of you leeches to pay up.”