It's late and dark, and if anyone's at Edgewood, they appear to be asleep -- except that there's a light in the kitchen, and someone moving around in there. At a glance through the window one would guess a man, around 6 foot tall and decidedly muscular. A closer look would confirm that, but also reveal that a) it's Felix b) in Glabro c) poking through the contents of the fridge with an irritated expression and something just slightly off his usual grace.

Samantha peeks in through a window, eyeing the one inside and awake so late at night. She peers carefully, trying not to be seen in case it is one of those who would love to shove her through a way. Seeing it is Felix, she seems to take a moment to weigh her decision of whether to go in or not.

Felix pauses, turning his head with a slightly furrowed brow and some tension in his stance, as though perhaps he caught a hint of movement, or of sound. It makes it clear he's currently got a cigarette, also, and he exhales a small cloud of smoke, studying it as if the way it moves through the air might tell him something. Maybe it does, since after a couple seconds he turns back to raiding the fridge.

Samantha goes stock still as the one inside turns towards her before she ducks down quickly as he turns back. Decision made, she slips over to the door before slipping inside. "Got anything sweet in there for me?"

The door, that Felix absolutely notices, turning his head toward it immediately. If there's surprise, he manages not to show it, lifting his head to flash Samantha a bright (if currently rather too sharp-toothed) grin. "Well, there's me in it right now," he replies, "...an' some apples. How d'you like those? Cookies in the pantry, though, I think. Oh, an' Coke in here." So saying, he eyes a couple somewhat lonely-looking beers also in there, then takes one of the sodas and sets it on the counter.

Samantha considers the words before nodding her head and moving quickly over to the pantry to rummage around for those cookies. "Where are you!" she growls as she moves things here and there.

Felix strolls over to the pantry as well, far less quickly; up closer it's clearer he isn't moving quite right, a touch stiff. "Check the third shelf, on the right, back a bit," he says, while for his part he stretches up as far as he can to reach to the very back of the top shelf.

"AHA!" Samantha declares after following his instructions, she pulls out an opened box of cookies. "And chocolate chip, to boot!" she boasts as she ducks down beneath the man and tries to shimmy out of the way.

Felix has the cigarette between his lips, to free up both hands. His shift of position to make it easier for her to get by works well enough -- at least his Glabro is still within normal-human range for size -- but there's a faint, sudden intake of breath with the move. It's almost immediately followed by a triumphant "Ha!" of his own, and he brings his hand back down with most of a bottle of whiskey, "Knew it. Hey, you're gonna share those cookies, right?"

Samantha spins about to look at Felix, cookies held in one hand. "Only if you share that!" she points with the other hand. "Then we have a deal!"

Felix tilts his head, eyeing Samantha a moment while he considers this. "Hey, I told you where the cookies were in the first place," he points out, "...but okay. I reckon I can see my way clear to sharin' a =little=." He snags a couple glasses from the cupboard, then that Coke he took out earlier, and starts with all his booty toward the dining room table. "So how come you're out here so late?"

Samantha moves, after a moment, to follow the man to the table. "Mohe's sleeping and the pack is doing their own thing. I got bored, so I went for a run. Saw a light on and bam, ran into you."

"Lucky you," Felix replies, with that too-sharp grin again. There's already a saucer on the table, with ashes in it, and he sets his cigarette down there. A hand into his jacket, and he comes up with a metal flask, opening it, then the bottle of whiskey, and filling the former from the latter, over one of the glasses. Wouldn't want to waste if he spills, apparently. "You heard 'bout what happened at moot?"

Samantha shakes her head as she watches the pouring closely. Her hands absently opening the container of cookies in order to draw a couple out. She'll be ready to trade once he is. "Nope. After Brom and Thane got a bit testy with me, I kept my distance. Why?"

It is, apparently, a maneuver Felix is pretty deft at -- he loses a few drops to misjudging the angle this bottle pours at, but the correction is swift and the filling smooth after that. He sets the bottle back down, closing the flask and replacing it in his jacket while he considers her a moment. "You want yours neat, on the rock, with Coke, or what? An' you might wanna sit down. Actually, how come they got pissed at you?"

Samantha moves to perch on the edge of the table, wiggling a little until she get comfortable. the contianer of cookies set in her lap. "They heard me use less than flattering words when I pointed out the alpha to Mohe." she answers before shrugging. "Neat, I guess."

Felix snorts, seeming amused. "What words?" He pours somewhere between three and four fingers of whiskey into one of the glasses, pushing that across the table to her, then fills his own to just under a third. The bottle gets its cap back, and he opens the Coke, using that to top up his drink. That done, he drops into one of the chairs, pushing it back a bit and leaning it so he can rest his ankles on the corner of the table, drink and cigarette reclaimed. There's that touch of a wince as he settles in, and then he just looks unreasonably comfortable.

Samantha shakes her head. "Nuh uh! You're not getting me to say it again, not around here." she replies before sliding the box of cookies over towards him. She picks up the glas with one hand to sniff at the contents. "The hills have ears."

Felix stretches to snag the cookies, and claims several. "C'mon. Ain't no one else awake," he says, "Just you an' me an' Jack here. You could come over an' whisper in my ear if you want. Don't mind."

Samantha snorts before shaking her head. "nope! Maybe in Wendigo country, but not around here!" she replies. Then she sips from her glass, making a face at the taste for a moment. "I should get back soon though. Mohe might wake up and find me gone."

"So? You can do what you like, can't you?" Felix says, tilting his head at her again. The face she makes on sipping seems to amuse him, and he pushes what's left of the Coke toward her, in case she wishes to avail herself of it. "Mohe's your kin, or am I guessin' wrong? Boyfriend?" He seems quite happy to be sipping his own drink. Far cheerier than when she spied him through the window, for sure. "Anyway, I'm pretty sure you're gonna wanna hear about moot before you go."

Samantha nods her head quickly. "Yep. And mate, more or less." she answers. "I figured, I dragged him all the way here and he's pretty cool. So, why not? I doubt I'll find anything better around here, you know?" Oh, those words come out so quickly! "And besides! It's fun sleeping next to him!"

"Harsh," Felix says to her 'doubt', though he sounds pretty amused about that, too. "Well, congratulations. I'll try'n make it fast, 'least one of us won't be stuck sleepin' alone tonight." He can't quite keep a bit of frustration out of that last bit. "So. Moot, mootin' as moots do. Then we hear a whippoorwill. You know 'bout them, right? Dancer totem. Long story 'bout as short as I can get it, one showed up on the cliff with a couple of them invisible Fomori that ain't actually Fomori, an' they're white when they're visible, which they were. With guns. If you dunno what I'm talkin' about you might wanna come back an' chat more with me or someone after you wake up. Anyway, he said he was there bringin' a message from the Queen, as in Queen's Tower, that she's pissed 'cause we killed her mage -- technically I did that, ha -- an' they attacked. Shot at us with silver, couple other Dancers ran in, couple other not-Fomori showed up durin' the fight. We kicked their asses. It'd be more of a happy endin' if it didn't mean they knew when an' where to find us."

Samantha makes a face at the story, though whether it is because of the events that occured or the fact that he missed them is hard to say. She upends her glass then and finishes off the contents in a single gulp, just like the teen who used to sneak out and drink all the time before her first change. She thumps the glass on the table then and continues to hold her cookie in her hand. "Damn Spirals." she mutters. "Did everyone live?"

Felix smirks. "Well, all of US did," he answers. "...it was a pretty good fight. Be careful, though. It was seven of 'em, an' we know they can field a lot more. An' they're actively pissed at us. So there's a lot more of 'em out there, still. Be =real= careful. Don't reckon you're gonna hit the city, but if you do, don't trust any safehouses to be safe or nothin'. If there's invisible not-Fomori around, you can maybe see 'em with somethin' like smoke, I hear."

Samantha nods her head as she nibbles on her cookie. "Thanks for the heads up." she tells him before slipping from the tabletop. "They better stay out of wendigo territory. I never believed them about wendigo rage, but I am Soo starting to believe in it lately."

Felix gives her a mock-salute with one of the cookies. "No prob. Try an' check in with folks when you get a chance, there's a lot happenin' an' some of it happens fast. Best to know. Plus, don't wanna miss out again, right?" Another quick grin. "Dream sweet. An' you still owe me a what-you-said-'bout-Thane."

Samantha smirks at the last bit. "Maybe if i know he isn't anywhere around for miles." she answers. "And yea, definitely don't want to miss out so much. good night!"

"No maybes, it's my responsibility to know this shit," Felix says with as much solemnity as he can manage, which doesn't last that long. "...but I'll bug you 'bout it more next time I catch you. Might be soon, I may be stuck 'round these parts another couple days. Anyway, g'night."