Save her Blushes

I thought about it for just a second, knowing I didn't have much time before she started doubting me. "Hmm...not really," I lied. "You like meat, you said that much. Is that what you meant?" Yes, mentioning how she had told me she wanted to birth my wolf pups probably wasn't a good idea. She looked freaked out enough as it is.

Seizing the opportunity, Winnie nodded. "Yeah! Yeah, that's what I thought I said. I remember I said something...SHE said something, but..." Her cheeks flared up. I think she had some idea what was really said, but believed me when I said she was remembering wrong. I actually felt a bit bad that she trusted me so much and here I was lying to her. It was for her own good, really.

Relieved, Winnie picked at a little more food before pushing away her plate and patting her stomach. I raised an eyebrow. "I take it you liked it?" I asked, a slight tease in my voice. Instantly she sat up straight and huffed. "D...don't let it go to your head," she sneered. I sighed and shrugged. Hopping up, Winnie took her dishes to the sink. "I'll get that," I offered.

Winnie scowled at me, to my surprise. "What, you think I can't wash dishes? That's I'm so unfeminine that I can't even scrub a plate?" she asked, fluffy eyebrows knitted in a tight frown. Okay...that was unexpected.

Holding up my hands, I shook my head, slightly dismayed. "That's not what I meant at all. I just was trying to be nice," I insisted. Wrinkling her nose, Winnie seemed to study me for a moment before shrugging. "Whatever. I'm not going to be a freeloader. The least I can do is wash my own dishes." Deciding it was best not to argue...especially an argument this crazy...I nodded.

"If that's what you want to do, then you go right ahead," I conceded. With a nod and an oddly triumphant expression, Winnie started washing her dishes. Well, I asked for tsunadre, I shouldn't be surprised that she starts arguments over bizarre things. "So...how long have you been...well..." I said, trying to find the right wording.

My hesitation, however, wound up causing another misunderstanding. "I told you, you were the first! If you weren't, I..." she began before a look of comprehension flashed across her features. "You meant how long have I been a werewolf, didn't you?" I nodded slowly. "What did you think I meant?" I questioned. "Nothing! Forget it! ...I've been a werewolf since childhood. Runs in the family," she explained with a shrug.

A nostalgic chuckle escaped her lips. "It wasn't so bad, being a werewolf cub. I had a group of...similar friends," she mused. Oh ho...she must have been talking about the titular "Ghoul School" from the movie she was in. I wasn't sure if that was part of her backstory. I suppose it had to be.

"Other werewolves?" I asked, playing dumb. Winnie finished with the dishes. "Nah. Monsters. ...where do these go?" She held up the plate, waving it slightly. ...was she seriously going to just say that her friends were monsters as if she was saying they were blonde? Regardless, I pointed to a cabinet and she opened it. Her face went deadpan as she saw the plates were set on the second level of the cabinet. It was out of her reach. I wondered if I should offer to help or if that would just set her off again.

...or...I could just pick her up. I'm not sure where the idea came from. ...hmm...I vaguely remembered her responding to my touch before. How would picking her up make her react?