(Pourquoi pas? Vous habitez au Luxembourg, n'est-ce pas? = Why not? You live in Luxembourg, do you not?
Pourquoi je ne peux pas? = Why can't I?
Mais j'aime te torturer… = But I like to torture you.)
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   "Okay, okay," Kara began to say with the phone pressed to her ear, listening to her mother ramble. "Got it. Bye." Kara pulled the phone away from her ear, pressing the end call button.

     Dylan, who was still holding Greyson, approached Kara from where she stood in the back alley behind the restaurant they had just dined at. Dylan bounced Greyson a little. "So… What did your mom say? Did she want to know your current location so she could personally murder you?"

    Kara sighed. "Well… She was definitely pissed."

    Dylan raised an eyebrow, still bouncing Greyson in his arms. "Pissed you say?"

     Kara nodded. "She said it was all my fault…"

    Dylan replied, "Well, she's right… Accident or not, you still caused it."

      "She told me that I was incompetent," Kara added on.

     Dylan grimaced. "Oh, that's rough."

      Kara sighed once more. "She said I didn't know how to control my powers… She said I needed to be better."

     "Pretty rich coming from a powerless human, huh." Dylan shifted his weight to the other leg. "She really doesn't know how hard it is to be a demon. It's not like you can just master your powers and put a reign on your elevated emotions over night."

    "Yeah…" Kara looked to the ground.

    "I mean… Especially you… and Bethany," Dylan said. "You and Bethany only learned that you were demons… what, like eight months ago?"

     Kara nodded. "Yeah. That's about right."

    "So, there's no way in hell you'd be a master at controlling your powers," Dylan replied. Then he joked. "You've gotta master it a different way… Get the certificate for it… You can usually find them in special editions of Cheerios boxes…"

     "Oh?" Kara said, raising an eyebrow, curious to see where her friend was going with this bit.

     "Yep," Dylan answered, smacking his lips together at the end of the word. "You'll know which one it is because it'll just say 'bingus' on it… and with the outline of Italy towards the right hand side."

     "Italy?" Kara questioned. "Why Italy?"

     "Don't know," Dylan responded, shrugging. "Ask your pops… He's the one who printed out all of these certificates and placed them randomly in boxes." He sucked in a breath. "Though, you should've come with a specialized one since Satan's your dad… Maybe even with a warning for those who want to interact with you."

     "And what would this warning be exactly?" Kara questioned her friend.

     "'Caution: my first language is French'," Dylan said, in a somewhat smug tone.

      Kara raised an eyebrow yet again. "And that's a problem why?" 

      "Because… it's… French," Dylan said as if that answer would explain his whole reasoning behind what he said.

     "Ah," Kara began to say in response. "Oui… I get it now."

     "Oui?" Dylan pulled a face. "Oh no." His expression dropped. "Don't you start speaking French at me, mademoiselle…"

     Kara grinned at Dylan's words. "Pourquoi pas? Vous habitez au Luxembourg, n'est-ce pas?"

     "Shut it with your French words!" Dylan responded, laughing.

      "Aw…" Kara began to respond. "Pourquoi je ne peux pas?"

     Dylan signed, trying to hold in his laughter. "Because… It's torture to me. Now, stop it, Kara."

      "Aw." Kara fake pouted at her friend, teasing. "Mais j'aime te torturer…"

      Dylan huffed, still trying his hardest not to laugh. "Great to know you enjoy my suffering, Kara. Now stop it."

     "Dylan, dude," Kara started to say. "You live in the French part of Luxembourg."

      "And you think that was my choice! It wasn't! My mother decided that before she had me and Aubrie!" Dylan replied, laughter edging his voice.

     Kara and Dylan let their gazes meet each other before both bursting out laughing.

     Kara and Dylan stopped laughing though when they heard little Greyson giggling.

     "Aww… Grey," Kara began to say as she moved closer to the little boy in Dylan's arms. "You want to be included too, huh?"

     Greyson giggled a little bit more.

     "It's safe to say that's a yes then," Dylan said.

     Kara's expression dropped when her mind slipped back to the Nicolas situation. She sighed. 

      "What's wrong?" Dylan asked. "...Is this about your brother again?"

      Kara nodded. "Yeah… I just want to find him, you know…"

      "Well…" Dylan sucked in a breath. "We could always go back to the site… Your house… See what happened."

     "The house burnt down, remember?" Kara replied, bringing up what happened earlier that morning.

     "Oh, shit," Dylan began to say. "You're right." He gently smacked the palm of his hand against his forehead, shaking his head. "Duh! How did I forget that?"

     "Did you take your ADHD meds today?" Kara then asked her friend with a raised eyebrow.

      Dylan thought for a moment as all of the thoughts in his head bounced around at a million miles per hour. He shook his head. "Nah."

     "Why not?" Kara sounded a little amused as she asked her friend this.

      Dylan exhaled. "I just didn't want to… My executives were just… dysfunctioning."

      Kara laughed a little. "Yeah… I get it." She exhaled. "I should call Bethany… See if she noticed anything before she and Gaël headed out."

     "Oh, yeah! Do that…" Dylan bounced Greyson a little again. "And tell her to call me…"

     "She's not interested in you, Dylan," Kara said, laughing and pulling out her phone once more.

      "You never know," Dylan began to say. "Things change."

      "Well, Bethany's perspective on you will be one thing that will never change." Kara entered in Bethany's phone number before holding her phone up to her ear, listening to it ring. Come on. Come on. Pick up.

     The phone continued to ring before it went to voicemail.

     Kara sighed and hung up, putting the phone back in her pocket. 

     "So?" Dylan quickly asked.

     "Voicemail," Kara said.

     "Alright then," Dylan responded. "We'll just try calling her again later… She's bound to know something, right?"

      "Maybe." Kara exhaled as she reached over to pick up Greyson, who was still holding onto his blanket and stuffed animal.

     "In the meantime," Dylan began to say to his friend. "How about we go someplace to help you clear your head?"