“With the pup and the chicks, somehow there were about five bottles of alcohol included.” Inside she goes, scarf unwrapped, jacket undone. She blows out a breath, relieved to have the layers loosened. “I’m sure it’s a sign—I’m going to need them.”

Lucy then starts at the sight of the lynx, eyes widening. “Holy shit. Okay. That’s not something you see everyday.” Same goes for the peacat. God, is this really the world she’s in now? Her boots come off. “Sounds worse than this place. Makes this place kind of like a godsend. How long were you there for?”