"They're kitsune. And I'm only bringing this up because if you go poking in the fridge after someone's made a run at the morgue, you're bound to notice the pituitary glands in a jar," he says, letting his strides lengthen, certain that she'll keep up.

"People tend to be a little weirded out when they find pieces of brain sitting with the beer," he adds with a half-smirk.