“A werewolf is courting me with a dead rabbit. There's nothing subtle here."
"Couldn't have been flowers," she muttered as she slid on her rubber boots by the door.
"He gave you flowers," I reminded her as she stepped down the porch.
"I meant for you," she said. She bent over and grabbed the rabbit by the ears, pulling it up off the ground. It came up with a low crackle, grass stuck to the underside. "Courting. I swear."
"Why are you touching it?" I said, sounding horrified.
"We can't leave it here," she said. "He'll be offended."
"I'll be honest. I'm already offended.”