"So, I know this is kind of an odd question…" Jessica Jones was sipping from her large black coffee while sitting on a bench inside Central Park in New York City. She enjoyed this weather, crisp and biting as the hint of winter tickled her nose with the promise of snow to come.

"Yes?" Caitlin replied slowly. She and her sister Rebecca were lounging on the bench next to her, wearing considerably less clothing that was appropriate for the temperature. I mean, seriously, who wears sandals at forty-degrees? These two kids, that's who.

"But it's been bugging me for while now," Jessica continued. "Now, I don't want to sound, I dunno, prying…"

"Jess, you are one of the bluntest people I know," the diminutive brunette interjected after taking a long pull from her hot chocolate. "Out with it already."

"Okay…" Jessica cleared her throat and glanced at the pair sideways. She supposed she had been this small girl's friend the longest, as she had been the first to really bond with her when she was released from custody after her crazy escape from a lab and subsequent hectic path through the city. And yet there was still so much about her that she didn't know.

"By the way, how do you like the hot chocolate?" she asked.

"I greatly enjoy the taste, thank you," Rebecca replied politely. The small redheaded girl, almost a carbon copy of her sister except for the hair and a smattering of freckles across her face, was a bit of an odd one. She always spoke with proper grammar and without conjectures, rarely displayed emotion, at least as far as Jessica could tell, and seemed to be even more at a loss as to much of life than Caitlin was a few years ago. Had it really been that long?

"Mine's awesome," Caitlin smirked. "And you're still avoiding the topic you started."

"Right! Yeah, so… Okay. So you can transform into a panther."

"Yep, fur and everything."

"So… would you call yourself a were-panther?"

Rebecca snorted and spit her mouthful of hot chocolate out and onto the path in front of them. "Eww," she complained. "That came out of my nose."

Caitlin was laughing so hard she was wheezing from the effort. "Oh, God… that was too funny…"

Rebecca gave her a level look, which caused the petite brunette to quickly sober. "I mean, uh… Yeah, that looked painful, I'm sorry, would you like a napkin?" The brunette gave her sister a sheepish smile. "Please don't make me wear the rest of your hot chocolate," she asked meekly.

"I do require a napkin, thank you," Rebecca replied demurely. Caitlin promptly dug through the pockets of her jean jacket to pull out a handful and offer them over. The redheaded girl used a few to wipe her face and then stuffed the rest back into her own short black leather jacket. Jessica had admired it since she saw her in it, the leather looked to be buttery-smooth and soft, but she'd freeze within a minute if she were to wear it.

"Now, then," Rebecca stated calmly. "I do not think you could compare what Caitlin does with a lycanthrope. Firstly, she does not need to transform based on the phase of the moon." She paused and cocked her head to the side thoughtfully. "You do not, do you?"

"Nope, I turn furry whenever I want," Caitlin replied with an easy grin, content to let her sister answer the question for her.

"Very well. Secondly, then, she is unable to transmit her transformative abilities by any means, whether through bite or scratch."

"Why Becca, I didn't know you were such an expert on furries," Caitlin snarked.

"Hush. I am not finished. Lastly, she did not receive her transformative powers through transmission of any type, but through a laboratory. Is my reasoning sound?"

"Sounds sound to me," the brunette joked.

"Well, alright then," Jessica murmured over her coffee. "I was just curious."

"No worries," Caitlin laughed. "Though I do wonder if weres are real. I mean, I heard vampires are, so why not werewolves and the like? We should investigate this."

"No, Caitlin, we should not."

"But Becca, there could be my people out there!"

"We have already established you are not a lycanthrope. Thus they are not your people."

"Not even a little curious?"

Rebecca paused thoughtfully. "Perhaps."

"Really?"

"But only if they resemble Jacob."

"Wait… you mean, like from the sparkly vampire stories?"

Jessica laughed softly to herself as she listed to the two siblings banter back and forth. It warmed her even more than the coffee on this cold day to hear them interact. If anyone deserved a family like they had, it was these two girls.

"I enjoyed the stories."

"You… Seriously? They sparkle!"

"I did not say I was impressed with the vampires. I preferred the werewolves."

"So, Team Jacob, then?"

"Yes. Most definitely."

"Mmhmm," Caitlin grinned. "And that had nothing to do with watching what's-his-name, Taylor Lautner, walk around without a shirt in the movies?"

Rebecca blushed lightly as she buried her face into her cup of hot chocolate. "I did not say I watched the movies."

"Oh, yeah, your face says you did."

"I admit to nothing."

"Oh, Becca, your face could heat up an apartment building for the winter."

"I am finished with this conversation."

"What, you think you can get out of it that easily? No, no way, not after the ribbing you gave me over Summer Glau."

Rebecca was silent and refused to look at her sister, who was only getting more and more amused.

"Are you pouting?" Caitlin giggled.

"No. I am being quietly petulant."

"Yeah, that means pouting."

"It does not."

Jessica by this point was shaking with laughter. "Oh, I so need to hang out with you guys more," she snickered, wiping away the tears of mirth. "You're better than a night at the improv, seriously…"