[hr][hr][center][h2][color=5afc03]Sylvia Maeve[/color][/h2][img]https://sweatpantsandcoffee.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/2-Supernatural-Season-Ten-Episode-Eighteen-SPN-S10E18-Book-of-the-Damned-Charlie-Bradbury-Felicia-Day.jpg[/img][hr][color=5afc03]Location:[/color] Diner
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Mab got in the SUV, happy they'd all be riding together. They made themselves comfortable behind the drivers side seat, and closed the door, resting her side on in, once it was in place. Taking a moment to breath, they took stock of the situation. They were about to go and find out what the hell was going on, and, if Mab didn't like their story, beat the ever living shit out of them. They didn't like somebody having any kind of information on them, especially not a stranger, so this was setting off every alarm bell possible in their head.

As for Willow's question, Mab ran their hand through their hair as they thought. "[color=5afc03]I mean, parents lie to children all the time, if you think about it.[/color]" They started, "[color=5afc03]Santa Claus, for example, or they don't tell you when things are going bad.[/color]" They reasoned. "[color=5afc03]Children, they believe, are incapable of dealing with hardship, so they tell a comforting lie.[/color]" That was the sort of thing Mab never wanted to do. They hated the idea of needing to resort to falsehoods to make somebody feel better. They could do that without having to resort to such linguistic brutality.