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Birdie lacks the discipline the Setites work so hard for. She's thought, already, of Vegas, and meeting the other Followers. Of the lights and of leaving. The many different ways she could go, of the ways she could make Edward despair on her last night in town. It was always easier, for her, to imagine the goal than to find the path that gets there. It's what made turning her ambition into a career so difficult. It's how she gets into situations like this, and makes plans without discipline unattainable hopes.

The resulting frustration from unfulfilled plans is how she gets so sour, like prison wine.

Michelle's car pulls in again to the bait shop parking lot, right next to Birdie's waiting car.

"His Childer, and how they feel about the change in the landscape, will only be a concern after you've gone." Michelle unlocks the doors, and considers that Ouija is very correct in their assessment of Toreador rulers. She certainly hasn't seen them in a favorable light. "Unless you want to make it your concern. And in that case, you can go over it with Don Alonzo tomorrow."

She takes a moment to look at the both of them in turn, cool and stony. "Thank you for your time, and please," she smiles, small but amused as she glances at the cup of worms still in Birdie's hand, "enjoy the rest of your evening."