“I’m just pissed off,” I said, stirring the eggs.

“I had fun with Mr. Finger last night,” she told me, her fingers flying over the buttons on her little silver Gameboy.

“And I had fun with Leucadia,” I told her, “but I’m still pissed off.”

She didn’t shut the Gameboy, just kept talking. Never looking up. Little Pokemon jumping this way and that.

I turned away from the eggs for a moment. “Because I’ve been to three Sabbat games and they’re all the same. The Elders go one way, leave all the Neonates behind, and completely disregard the Pack structure.”

She said, “Stupid Riverside.” There was a grumble in her voice.

Back to the eggs. Almost done. I add the cheese.

“I mean, three games, and it’s always the same. It’s not the Sabbat, it’s playing in the Camarilla with the Sabbat Clans. Riverside was a perfect example. All the Elders — and it’s funny that people consider Finger an “Elder” — went one direction and left the Neonates behind to do the boring work. Pack structure was completely abandoned. High MC people in one direction and low MC people in another.”

She mumbled something under her breath — the way she always does.

“What’s that?” I asked, the sound of frying eggs in my ears.

“SO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!” she shouted. Her voice dropped low again, but I caught it. “Like run a Lillan game or something.”

The sound of eggs and that was it. After ten seconds, I peeked around the corner. She didn’t notice me for another ten more. When she looked up, there’s a big smile on my face.

“You’re brilliant,” I told her.

“Of course I am,” she said. And kept playing with her Pokemon.