"Right, brain slug- ehh, brain-inhabiting species, symbiote or something, right?" Sam caught herself but not before mostly saying 'brain slug'. She had no way of knowing was translated how, but she had the nagging feeling that 'brain slug' might be at least unflattering if not insulting. She pointed a finger at Dekket's head - or the head Dekket was in. "So, don't mind my prying, but there's a guy in there? I mean, you're in there I guess, but your host is in there too?" She asked, part of her wondering what if she wanted to ask the bartender for something and another part wondering what that might be. A silly sort of shame flowed over her as she realized she had a sudden, profound craving for a tall glass of apple juice. From concentrate, the cheap stuff she'd had as a kid, from big cartons. It had been a long time since she'd had that.
That train of thought was interrupted by a flurry of chatter and exclamation from Pluck and Dekket, Sam turned her head just to see what looked like a potted houseplan pop out of thin air, sans any pop. She blinked slowly as Pluck chattered on about magic, and Dekket blustered with shock.
"Well, that's new." She said truthfully. Sam had seen an incomprehensibly lot of 'alot' in the past year, and her perspective of what was possible or impossible was largely shot to pieces at this point. Frankly this wasn't significantly more shocking than the presence of the giant talking and well-tailored raven.
