Anya just stared at her for a moment, grinning from ear to ear. "Joseph!" she shouted towards one of the cooks, "One medium-rare with an emphasis on the 'rare' for our guest the Arbiter."

No sooner than the word 'Arbiter' had escaped her Anya's lips, Sadie found herself surrounded by throngs of werewolves asking questions. They weren't rude, but were rather just enthusiastic.

"Is it true you like to play basketball naked?"

"How long have you been an Arbiter?

"What brought you to Gravestones?"

"Do you prefer Star Wars or Star Trek?"

It was like an overly enthusiastic and musky press conference. She was fielding questions left and right until...