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"You don't think you maybe should have told us about this around the same time Danny became a shapeshifting supernatural being?" asked Sam, picking her way over the roots of trees.
Tucker, seeing as he was currently a rather large wolf, did not respond verbally, but merely shrugged and whined.
"Don't sweat it, dude," said Danny, phasing through a tangle of branches. "I mean, I know how it is. You don't have anything to tell us, do you, Sam? Like, you're not an actual witch or anything, are you?"
"No," said Sam, rolling her eyes.
Tucker huffed, loudly.
"Do your parents know?" asked Danny, his serious tone a departure from the vaguely amused one he'd adopted ever since Tucker had turned into a wolf on top of the ghost that had kidnapped him.
Tucker nodded.
"And they're cool?"
With an air of exasperation, Tucker nodded again.
"Good," said Danny. "That's good, then." Then he snickered. "You know, in retrospect we should have expected this. I mean, the meat, the sniffing, being able to understand Wulf, the fixation on the wolf cosplayer-"
Tucker nipped at Danny, and the ghost just floated higher, laughing.
Sam sighed. At least they were having fun.
She'd have to start looking into how to level the playing field, though. No way was she going to be the normal one in her friend group.
... Could she get ahold of a vampire through craigslist?