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Theory said she might know a little of the old Sparrow or her sister might have, then asked about an... Abraxas occupation? Sparrow shrugged flippantly, "I dunno. My dad was out leading the pirates mostly and I never really asked. But I have heard of our friends the Abraxas," Sparrow said, catching up with Theory enough that she could see the glint in her eye that was so mischievous is was nearly malicious. "What do y'all know about them? Gods? Stuck up mortals? Baby eaters? C'mon girl, give me the deets." She was blessedly able to avoid mentioning how ONE Abraxas was a rather fiery woman who Sparrow thought was hot and not just as a temperament.

As Theory asked how ghost stories happened, Sparrow spared her another shrug, "Well it's not like the ghosts are gonna tell the stories themselves... Besides, scaring pups is fun- hell, scaring anyone is fun." She flashed the woman a hearty smile, "All in good faith, though, of course." She said. She was lying. She knew she was lying. Theory would know she was lying. But that was half the fun.

Then she asked about Valentine and Sparrow cast her eyes skywards as she hummed in thought. "Good. Old as fuck. He lives around a tractor with a skunk aaaaand I smelled a girl who didn't smell like any pack around his den- take that as you will. It would be a little odd to have Aunts and Uncles would could functionally be my own kids though."