"Well, you are human now. Maybe your brain is rotting. That happens sometimes to humans," he sniffed the air. "You don't smell rotten though, just raw. Like a freshly slaughtered pig. Do you like tea parties?"
"I do like tea parties."
"Well if you could come to my next tea party that would be just swell. And I won't even poison you. With anything too deadly."
Published a few more chapters today. Forgive my inability to commit to first person or 3rd...I'm still working that out.
I had quite the time rewriting "You owe me a Teaparty." I hope you appreciate the humor.