When proof of supernatural creatures came to light sometimes around 1980, it was no surprise that there was worldwide panic and an alarming surge in hate crimes. The Fae had picked an inopportune time to reveal themselves, but what was done was done, and 34 years later the Fae were both common knowledge (in that most people knew they existed) and old news. But there was quite a lot that they weren't telling the public. For instance, quite a few of them were immensely powerful, and nearly all of them were very capable of extreme violence. They often fought amongst themselves, mostly for power, or so Heather was to understand. They policed themselves and thus probably got away with murder on a weekly basis for another thing. But another thing most people didn't know was that in subsequent years they had lost a lot of their magic, and their home, sometimes referred to as Underhill, had lost the vast majority of its pizazz too.

The Fae were both well-known to humankind by this point, indeed, but they bred slowly if they bred at all, and what with the combination of infighting, loss of magic and the occasional hate crime it really came as little surprise to Heather when she heard of a Fae Breeding Law being thrown up in the air. They didn't involve humans or mortals in their affairs, but Heather was a special case. Well, she thought she was special. She had super hearing and heard quite a lot slinging beers. And quite a few of the regulars that came into Big Daddy's were Fae. She could tell by they way they smelled, and how they felt when they got too near her.

See, Heather was blind.

She was a delicately built woman with pale skin, copper freckles nearly everywhere on her body, long curly red hair and heterochromea. She'd been blind since a car accident when she was 13. She was now 26. So she'd had some time to hone her other four senses, and in some cases even the sixth one and knew quite a lot more than most people gave her credit for.

For instance, she knew that the busboy Dan was cheating on his wife with the massage lady down the street, and at least one of the Fae who came in, a cranky sounding lady, had a thing for cats. She knew that Frank the mail carrier had at least two bastard children on the side of a rocky marriage and that her fellow barmaid Lucy was pregnant before she probably even knew herself. If knowledge was power, Heather felt quite powerful indeed.

She was willing to bet if the Fae ever got wind of just HOW much she knew, she'd probably have her mind erased, or worse her life, so she kept to herself, smiled in their direction when she noticed them, and gave them whatever they wanted to drink. And she was careful about saying things like "thank you".

Curiously enough, not many got that she was blind on first meeting her, perhaps because as far as appearances went, her eyes looked fine. One was blue, the other green and the muscles worked like normal. They just couldn't see.

She'd been working at Big Daddy's pub now for a couple of months. She'd had a hell of a time finding any job in the tri-state area, on account of the obvious. But the man who owned the place was a werewolf and said he knew that people could overcome just about anything if their other senses were just fine, and had given her a chance. Surprisingly, she fit well. She got a little help when she needed it, but for the most part she held her own.

It was busy for a Thursday and she found herself swamped but happy to be moving. She'd taken the time to learn her way behind the bar before she even started, after closing time so she'd have an easier time of it when they had customers. Dave had let her walk around while the place was empty and familiarize herself beforehand, so some of the other staff didn't even know she was handicapped.

She wore a bright green t-shirt with a giant shamrock and the name of the pub on the back of it, and a knee length black skirt. Waitresses had to wear the usual shorts, but the barmaids could wear anything on the bottom so long as it was black. She favored skirts. She had her coppery hair slung back in a sloppy curly bun, tendrils of it hanging across her face as she happily filled up a pitcher for a Fae sitting right in front of her. She wished she could still see. She'd heard a lot of things about what they looked like, how some were so beautfiul it was enough to make a grown man weep, but she knew enough of them were ugly too. If that accident had taught her anything at all about the world it was this: The most beautiful people sometimes hid in the ugliest wrappers and the opposite could hold true for the pretty ones. Appearances didn't matter, because they never lasted.

This man smelled like high spring, when the wind would blow on brand new leaves. He smelled like fresh new growing things, something she found completely relaxing.

"Here ya go, y'want anything else?" she asked cheerfully. She plastared a smile on her face and kept her eyes trained on where she figured his face was, though he kept shifting on the stool. She must have had a fixed glaze look going on because she felt a brief shadow pass over her eyes once, twice. She'd had that happen before; it meant someone was waving a hand in front of her face.

She blinked and smiled a little wider, grabbing a cloth from her apron to wipe down that spot on the polished bar.

"Your eyes alright, lady?" he asked.

"Nope," she smiled, and dropped him a wink before sauntering off. If that wasn't answer enough for people, she let them know it was all fine with her with a smile and a wink.

She turned to clean a few glasses, gracefully spinning on the spot once she realized she was on a collision course with Courtney and a tray full of wine, and managed to slide her way back over towards the soda fountain. She smiled to herself, quite proud. Usually her luck had her running into things that weren't bolted down. But she had trained herself to feel air currents in her immediate vicinity, so she could predict when things were close enough to her to touch and be touched.

"Slick," said a voice she had no problems recognizing. It was Dave, the kindly old werewolf who owned the bar. He could've been anywhere from 30 to 300, she wouldn't know it. He was the first friend she'd made when she moved here from Oregon and she considered him her most trusted friend now. It had started when she'd wandered in looking for work and he was fine with her looking at him as a friendly father figure. She got rides to and from work from him, because he made sure they kept the same schedule. He considered her someone worth looking after, something she was glad for, though her mother fretted about her being taken care of by a werewolf. There was a lot the public didn't know about them, either. Dave wasn't an Alpha, but he was dominant enough she supposed that he saw her as needing protection.

"Thanks, I'd pat myself on the back, but I like to keep modest," she smiled.

"Yeah, well I dunno what you said to that guy over there but he's been staring at you since you walked off. He trouble?" he asked. There was concern in his voice, and a subtle tonal change that suggested he could take care of him for her if he was.

She shook her head, her bun bobbing back and forth. She had a lot of hair.

"Nah. He's Fae. He was asking if my eyes were okay. I guess I got the "stare" goin' on again. I said nope, smiled and here I am," she shrugged. Her hands wiped down any glass her fingers danced over as if on autopilot. So long as she was busy, she felt like she earned both her paycheck and Dave's protection.

"Fae, huh. We don't get many of them in here, they normally all keep to the reservation or that Fae bar couple miles down the road. Want me to keep an eye on him for you?" he asked.

She laughed, and reached out to feel for his shoulder. She got the suspicion he gave it to her rather than let her find it on her own, and she gave his deltoid an affectionate pat.

"I'm fine, he's being civil. How're we lookin'?" she asked. She was talking about their pull so far.

"Ah. Not bad. Better than lastnight that's for sure," he replied. He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently moved her off to the other side, probably so he could get around her. The soda fountain was the narrowest part of the bar and being as busy as they were, he being the owner, he needed to be moving a lot too. She let him.

"Bye then!" she called, and someone at the counter suddenly slapped the wood right in front of her.

"Hellooooo! Hey! What're you deaf, can I get a drink or what?" snapped a prissy sounding woman. Heather got a whiff of perfume and alcohol. The lady was already slushed by the sound of it.

"Sorry, hun, what can I get for ya?" she asked.

She asked for a rum and coke, and Heather went about making it. She couldn't do any of the fancy sleight-of-hand bar tricks like spinning the bottles, for obvious reasons, so she just poured the thing like a normal person. Apparently this didn't please the drunk lady.

"Pssh, you're kind of a shucky waitressh," she slurred. "Can' even do no tricksh,".

Heather had heard far, far worse so she didn't let the lady get on her nerves too bad. She slid her drink over to her on a napkin coaster with her usual smile.

"That'll be three-fifty, ma'am," she told her.

She didn't know if money was dropped or not but she heard coins fall, so she presumed so. She swept her hand across the polished wood until she felt the familiar feeling of cash and coin and swept it all up. The woman could have her one drink, as far as she was concerned. She'd probably already been cut off somewhere else.

"Ha-hay, c'n I talk to yer boss, lady?" she asked.

"Sure!" Heather said cheerfully. Oh this should be fun.

She got Dave, and didn't bother sticking close by. From any position behind this wraparound counter, she'd be able to hear their exchange even over the din of the place. She snickered to herself as she heard Dave start to explain very sarcastically why she'd "ignored" her for five minutes and couldn't take her money right away.

" 'Scuse me... miss?"

She took a deep breath, and turned towards the voice, plastering an openly curious look on her face.

It was the Fae again. She remembered that smell of new spring leaves and sweetgrass.

"Want somethin' else, sir?" she asked.

"Your number?" he tried. There was a grin in his voice, and the odd request made her laugh. Despite her delicate appearance, she had a loud, jovial sounding laugh and an even cuter giggle. She got hit on all the time, but never by the Fae. But then she remembered the new Breeding Law that was being put into effect, and decided to err on the side of caution.

"Ah ha, Well you seem nice, but my landlord won't lemme bring home strays," she teased. "Tell ya what though, Courtney, that nice girl over by the soda fountain, she's single an' lookin'," she grinned. It wasn't really a lie; Courtney was a single mom who could use a guy to help her out.

The Fae just slurped his drink a moment before speaking.

"...Nah. She's blonde. I like redheads. You have very pretty hair," he remarked.

She was getting a bit of a creepy vibe now.

"Well, I would say thank you but I think maybe you should ask one of the other girls," she said, a tad more firmly. Never thank a Fae, or they would expect that you owed them something in return for your thanks.

Suddenly strong, thin fingers grabbed her by the wrist and she was pulled closer across the bar. He still smelled so nice, but she really didn't like being manhandled.

"Hey, let go've me!" she yelled.

"ALL I ask for is your number," he growled. He grabbed her other wrist now, and her torso fell ontop of the bar. She screamed for Dave, and twisted, trying to get free, but he had a grip like iron. Ironic, as the Fae were deathly allergic to the stuff.

There was the sound of heavy bootsteps, and a pause as Dave jumped the bar and suddenly she could hear fighting. She was helped back behind the counter by she didn't know who, someone soft and feminine and alltogether comforting. Adriana, one of the waitresses. She was, according to most, supermodel-beautiful but she had a motherly streak a mile wide. For once, Heather welcomed it, and let her hold her.

"You okay?" she asked softly.

Heather let herself feel the other woman's shoulders, before laying her head on one of them with a whimper. She hated being manhandled because she couldn't fight. And even when she tried, she lost. She'd had experiences like it before, and they had robbed her of all confidence. Plus the guy'd been Fae. That added magic to brute strength. She felt beyond helpless.

"Will be," she sighed.

Over the sounds of fighting she heard a couple of guys near the front of the bar talking about lesbians. Let them talk, that just meant bigger tips for both her and Adriana, she thought with a smirk despite herself.

"ENOUGH!" Roared a voice suddenly. This one was new, and it was loud enough that nearly EVERYONE in the bar stopped talking.

"Cabrille, GO," said the new voice. He had an Irish accent thick enough to cut with a knife, and she heard the other Fae, Cabrille she guessed, spit something in her direction in what sounded like Russian, before his footsteps began to fade. Adriana gave her a gentle squeeze and let Heather have her comfort-cuddle. Being blind came with some advantages; because she got around by touch more oft than not, people didn't mind her cuddling and touching.

"Back to your business, folks, nothing more to see," said Dave. She heard a growl in his voice and knew that he'd had to keep his temper in check so his wolf didn't gain the upper hand and scare everyone.

Gradually the chatter started up again, and she felt Dave gently touch her shoulder so she'd know it was him. She nodded to Adriana and smiled.

"Thanks, Adry... you're the best," she sighed.

"Anytime, hunny," said the woman, and she gave her a pat on the back before leaving. Now it was Dave who was examining her wrists.

"Did he hurt you?" he asked. He flipped her arms over.

"No, just scared the crap out of me. You know I hate being grabbed like that, I can't fight, I can't WIN...," she started to panic, and felt a finger cross her lips.

"Hush, I know, I know. The owner of the Fae bar down the road heard about the ruckus and took him out, you're safe," he quieted her. She thought the owner of the Fae bar must either have SUPER hearing, or news traveled quickly.

She'd had her huggings from Adriana, but she gave Dave one too.

"What would I do without you guys?" she smiled.

"You okay for the rest of the night?" he asked.

She sighed, and slumped like a teenager fed up with a nosy parent. In some ways the analogy was spot-on.

"I'm fine now, really. Was anything broken? Are YOU okay?" she asked.

"Nah, I was only focused on him, and I didn't rough him up too bad. Don't think he wanted to piss off the entire pack by taking me on, honestly," he grinned.

She huffed.

"Lucky you have a pack...," she mumbled.

"Think of US as pack?" he suggested. By us she supposed he meant the entire barstaff, Courtney and Adriana, Ben the dishwasher and Lucy the pregnant waitress. Lucy didn't like her much, but Ben got along with just about anyone. He was the youngest wolf in Dave's pack, according to Dave. Only just nineteen or something.

"Sure, Dave," she smiled. And that had been the end of that.

Dave shut the place down at the usual 10'o'clock and made Ben shoo the last few lushes out the door so they all could get to cleaning. Ben liked cleaning the kitchen on his own but Lucy normally helped him. Heather contented herself with cleaning down the bar, where she was the most acclimated and comfortable, and Dave tended the books while Adriana and Courtney cleaned up the seating areas.

She was almost finished when she heard the front doors open. A blast of cold air from outside wafted in and she frowned, slightly puzzled. Adriana had locked those doors, she was sure of it.

"Hey, Adry, did you lock the front doors?" she called.

"No, I forgot, hang on lemme grab the keys!" she called back from somewhere near the bathrooms.

"There's no need, lass, I just wanted to come by an' offer yer boss a bit 'o repayment for the broken table," said the man who walked in. He was the one who'd taken the violent Fae out earlier, Heather thought. So then this must be Uncle Mike, the Fae who owned the pub down the road. She'd never been to the place but apparently it catered only to the Fae, or perhaps humans just didn't go there. Apparently Dave HAD broken something.

She managed a shaky smile.

"I'll go and get him, if you like," she offered. She set the rag she was using down and unlatched the little gate that would let her out from behind the thing. Her skirt swished as she walked across the carpeted floor. She wore green shamrock knee-highs and black flats with her ensamble. Green had been her favorite before the accident. She knew her way back to the office with minimal wall-feeling.

She came back with him close behind her.

She waited as he kindly told Uncle Mike there was no need to pay for the table, as he had spares in storage for just such occasions.

"I don't mind the occasional broken up furniture, but I just can't have people manhandling my waitresses, I'm sure you understand," Dave was saying.

"Oh, no that much I understand. We're having some... troubles of our own and some aren't dealing well with the change. I'd still feel better about it if I could perhaps owe you a favor in the future," said Uncle Mike.

There was a slight pause. They both knew what it meant when a Fae just offered a favor. That or Mike was an extraordinarily nice man.

"I don't want or need anything at the moment, and it isn't me your man assaulted. Heather's one of my best and she doesn't let much get to her but she's blind and being jerked around like that terrifies her," he explained. His voice got a little softer when he talked about her, she was touched to notice. He loved her like a daughter. For someone who never had a dad growing up, she felt a sudden rush of affection for the guy.

She felt all eyes on her suddenly. The irishman approached her, slowly, until he stood just in front of her. He smelled similar to the other, but different too. Chicken wings and beer were a given, she worked around it all day and probably smelled like it too, but he also smelled like pine forest and hazelnut. It was heady, but nice.

"Then I suppose it's you I owe, then. Truly, I am sorry. Brille can be a bit of a brute. If there's anythin' yeh need, just stop by an' ask for me, alright?" he said to her. He kept his voice gentle, and she moved her eyes towards it.

"Alright, I guess...," she nodded. She folded her arms, grasping them at the elbows and didn't know what else to do really.

"Did you need anything before you go?" asked Dave at last.

There was another pause and she wondered what he was doing that it took him so long to reply.

"No, that was all. I'll be seein' one or the both 'o ya soon enough. Goodnight," and she heard him leave. She looked towards where she smelled Dave. Dave was easy to pick out, because he smelled like safety to her; he smelled like food, man, woodchips and of course wolf. He worked with wood when he was at home, she knew.

"Does he do that a lot?" she asked at last.

Dave snorted.

"What, offer favors? NO Fae I've ever seen does it a lot, but I guess it happens. Just, be careful what it is you ask for, alright? No doom curses or anything like that," he teased her.

She grinned.

"Oh, just for that I'm SO going to ask him to paint your house orange," she stuck her tongue out. Dave hated orange. She imagined he was making a face, and the thought made her giggle.

She heard the familiar sound of wedge heels and knew Lucy was on her way out the door.

"G'night all, seeya tomorrow night," she said and sure enough that was that. Courtney wasn't far behind, talking on the phone about bedtimes and babysitter fees and then Ben. He smelled mostly like soap and some kind of cheese snack, as well as wolf. It was a little nauseating, but she supposed he didn't smell like that all the time.

"See you guys later," he said.

They said their goodbyes to everyone including Adriana, who gave both of them a little half hug on her way out, and Dave whistled. They were alone now.

"I swear, if I'd been Changed fifteen years younger...," he joked. According to him, he'd been Changed when he was already well into his sixties. Now he appeared to be in his fourties, but she knew he was very old, at least three centuries.

She smiled and went to go get her jacket and her purse out of her employee locker, tugging on the familiar warm fleece zip up and throwing the long strap of her purse over the opposite shoulder. She met him by the door. He was her ride home, after all.

"It sucks I lost my eyes at thirteen instead of like sixteen. I never got to drive myself anywhere," she huffed.

"It's not all it's cracked up to be, trust me," he assured her. There was the familiar sound of him locking the inner doors and then they stepped out into the cold and he locked the outer ones, too.

Big Daddy's was located on a relatively well known stretch of road but it was one of the last places of civilization until you got to the Fae bar two miles down the road from there. That was going back. Going forward, she knew, led straight into the heart of downtown. They got plenty of business but she knew they were a little off the beaten track.

He always parked in the same spot for her benefit, too. She reached a hand out and immediately felt smooth, cold metal, curving gently upwards. It was the front end of a candy apple red Ford Explorer. He liked his trucks, did Dave. It was all plush on the inside, leather interior, heated seats, the works.

Dave hopped in, waited until she was buckled, and they were off.

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She woke up the next morning around 8:30, which was her usual time, and did her morning routine. She fed the dog, watered the cat and the plants, what plants she had in her tiny apartment, made breakfast, showered, the whole nine yards. She looked forward to the day.

She was scheduled to work again at six the next night but she wanted to do some things first. She wiled her time away until around four in the evening. When she needed to go somewhere and Dave wasn't available with his manly protection and epic truck, she took a bus. And when she took a bus, she had either her dog or her cane with her. Today it was a cane. Ellie, her three year old golden retriever, wasn't feeling well.

The bus drivers in her part of town were familiar with her, and incredibly helpful so it was in good spirits that she stepped off at last in front of the Fae bar. With the help of her cane she made her way across the parking lot. Her steps were even, confident and normal, her cane sweeping the dirt in front of her. It ran into something that felt like galvanized rubber, she guessed car tire, and she knew to move out of the way.

She was aware of being watched the minute the bus stopped. She felt the stare intensify the closer she got to the steps, in fact. She climbed them as confidently as a person who wasn't using an obvious white and red collapsible cane.

Just as surely as she'd walked up, she felt a hand on her collar, meant to stop her from entering. It only took her slightly by surprise. She turned towards where she could hear him breathing and offered a smile.

"Where do you think you are?" asked what could only be the bouncer. He smelled like fabric softener and skittles, not a very scary scent if she could ignore the obvious scent of Fae beneath it.

"Well, I was under the impression this was Uncle Mike's Tavern. He came by our place lastnight, told me to drop by sometime," she replied. She'd worn a clean Big Daddy's shamrock shirt and a petal-cut green skirt that reached her knees. Her knee socks were rainbows today.

"Say I don't believe you," said the bouncer. "Humans lie".

She pretended to think about that for a moment.

"They do. But I'm not. May I come in and talk to the owner?" she asked.

"No," huffed the bouncer.

She gave him, or the air around him, a look and folded up her cane. Hell with it, she'd just go in anyway. She pushed her way past him, and to his credit he didn't get physical. He wrapped a hand around her upper arm and moved her away from the door. She'd been expecting it, and the man was working so she knew he wouldn't seriously maim her, but all the same.

"REALLY, man, go get him an' he'll tell you!" she snipped. Her hair was down today; it hung in wild half curls down to the small of her back and tended to get frizzy when she was angry.

The Fae walked away from her, and she heard him mutter something in another language to someone within, and a different man came out in his stead. This one was bigger, heavier, and he smelled like kelp and low tide. They weren't unpleasant smells, but there was a definite undercurrent of... something. This one might hurt her, maybe.

Pretty soon the first one came out, and she recognized the warm tone and hazelnute and pine of Uncle Mike himself, who greeted her with a friendly handshake. He remembered her handicap then.

"Best we talk in my office, there are some... issues towards humans these days," he told her just loud enough so he knew she'd hear. She felt something prickle at her skin as she took his arm. The prickling seemed to wash over her entire body before settling in like an invisible sort of blanket. Inside smelled of hot wings and alcohol, warmth and holy hell could she smell the elements in here. Earth, Fire and Water in abundance, and everything thereabouts. She tried to keep focus on Mike's scent, and waited until she heard a door close, quieting the lull of noise out in the main part of the bar.

"There's a chair behind you if you care to sit, ... Heather, was it?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Heather Mahar, that's me," she agreed. She wasn't aware of it but he'd thrown a Don't Look At Me glamour over her when they walked in, so no one had seen her.

"Have you come to claim repayment already then?" he asked. He sounded cheerful, though maybe that was just because her surname was irrefutably Irish.

"Not yet, no... To be honest I dunno what I'd even want," she began. "I came here to ask you something... and you don't have to answer," but then she uttered a laugh. "Ha... you'd find a way to circle around the question if you didn't want to answer anyway," she smiled.

"I can't promise I'll answer it, and you probably know why, but ask it," he said.

She focused on where his weight was scentered, and tried to look him in the face before she spoke.

"I know about the Fae Breeding Law being imposed," she began. "Will it cause many problems in other bars?"

Whatever he'd been expecting, it obviously wasn't that. She couldn't see his face, but his tone of voice had changed, and so had his scent, albeit subtly. The pine grew stronger and she caught what smelled like springtime.

"May I ask how you know about that? It hasn't even been made public to all of us yet," he asked.

She smiled.

"You of all people know a bartender hears a lot of things, whether they're intended to be heard or not. And I can't help but hear everything. I hear EVERYTHING," she emphasized with a coy little smile. "For instance, I can hear what they're saying on the other side of the door... I can pick out individual snippets of conversation, and even tell you what decibal range all the voices are in," she bragged a little.

She heard him swallow.

"Well, that's interesting, but why do you tell me this?" he asked.

She frowned, and felt around for a chair. She sat and moved her hair out of her face. It was bushy again.

"Not all humans are dumb, they're going to know something's up if the Fae suddenly start picking up humans in bars across the tri-state area," she sighed. "It'll affect some of us whether the Grey Lords want it to or not,".

Uncle Mike paused again.

"You know far too much for the Grey Lords to be very happy, little Heather," he said sadly. She smiled and offered her slender little wrists out, as if to be arrested.

"Clap me in irons and to the dungeon I go?" she joked.

He chuckled at her wit. "No. Not irons, anyway. But if you know TOO much, they might think of finding a way to ensure you're silenced," he assured her. She sighed again.

"I know... which is why I keep quiet and don't let on that I know a lot more than I really do," she smiled. She frowned a moment as she caught someone behind the door talking about Mike. She smiled.

"What's a Green Man?" she asked suddenly.

"Now you show off," he danced around the question.

"I assume they're talking about you. Good things, I promise," she smiled.

"As well they should, if they want to keep drinking in my bar. As to your initial question, I couldn't promise anything. We are all of us very different from one another and I'm not privy to most of their, ah, dating habits," he smiled. "But if I receive any more complaints from down your way, I'll be sure to keep an ear out,".

She nodded and stood to go again.

"I only ask because Dave's place ... well it's kinda like my home away from home. Y'know? He gave me a chance, it's the first place I could work at where I'm not rushed or belittled for the whole blind thing, and I'd hate to lose it because some Fae got all touchy-feely with the wrong patron and caused an uproar," she smiled.

"They'd be dealt with, rest assured Heather," said Mike. She nodded. "I know. I'll see you around sometime, then. I have to get to work now,". She could go in early. His advice wouldn't go unheeded that was for certain.

She opened the door to leave but Mike called her back one more time.

"Yes?"

There was a small pause. "If you hear anything else you ought not to, I'd suggest keeping it quiet," he said.

She smiled.

"I usually do,".

Getting out hadn't been as easy as getting in, somehow. Despite her cane, at every step she felt someone blocking her path and it was only by tapping the sides of their feet that she managed to get by. Finally she could feel the later afternoon sunshine and a breeze on her face again, which meant she'd come near the door, and stepped out to smell skittles and fabric softener again.

"Bye," she gave him a very girl little wave, limp wrist and all.

She heard him huff. Men. It seemed whether human or Fae they weren't very different. The thought made her smile all the way to work.