Something crawled out of my drain, once, and tried to strangle me. [Cameron scowls. She hadn't intended to bring that up, but he'd asked; she can't help answering.] It's how I met Caspian, he came to help.

[Oddly, she brightens a little at that. Take it how you will, Chase; honestly, memories of cooperatively setting something awful on fire are a step up from helplessly choking on blood. She closes up the package of bread-- probably not too unwieldy to handle over an evening out-- and follows his lead.]

Don't worry, though. That's the only other one.