Anya's eyes lit up as Leaf acquiesced to his petting. Anya was a good petter, so she knew that it would make him feel better. She reached out her hand and stroked Leaf on the head, occasionally getting behind his ears to scratch. While Anya's hand was soft and gentle, it was also remarkably cold. Dead cold, as was the purview of Vampires.

"You're cute," said Anya, "What's your name, mister Squirrel?"

Anya noticed another, even gianter animal enter the bar too. This one was a weasel, probably the biggest weasel in the world. She wondered what made the animals around here grow so big. And talk.