She makes the broccoli into a little forest, a miniature Cabeswater with little paths through it, organizing them upright as he talks, and thinking about demons and ghosts. She hasn't met anything she'd call a demon - isn't sure if she'd say they exist, although the dragons and night terrors pulled from Kavinsky's and Ronan's dreams are close enough to her. Blue laughs when Noah gets to the ghost cat. "Your secret's safe with me," she says exaggeratedly with a hand beside her mouth. "That's kind of nice, anyway," Blue rationalizes. "She can't have been getting much attention at Le Chat. I mean, I'm sure she was okay not getting fed, but she deserves someone to take care of her."

Blue's still embarrassed by having asked, by it having mattered to her. It felt enough like a slight concession to her fucked up kiss curse without thinking he wasn't actually interested at all. She would have said yes, if he had asked, if he were alive, whatever the ifs are in this situation, and it's slightly disconcerting to think it might have been an insincere comment aimed at making her feel better about the last kiss she'll likely ever get. She doesn't want Noah to feel like she's judging, though.

He tickles her side then, though, and things feel okay. "Hey!" She dodges inside his reach and ruffles up his hair, leaning. "I think I might like girls too," she admits conspiratorially, "but just not as much. Or I haven't met enough interesting girls." And living with a whole pack of them tends to make men a rarer creature. The most interesting girl she's met in the last year is Helen, and she's not about to develop a crush on BOTH Ganseys. "That makes me sound like an asshole, I guess."