She's distracted for a moment by his obvious pleasure, and grins a little in spite of herself. Then, and this is less expected than his enjoyment of her baking, she realizes where that niggling sense of familiarity was coming from. "Mrs. Bialosky," she says, the name falling from her lips before she can stop herself. "That's who you remind me of."

And yeah, that's going to require some clarification, because Mrs. Bialosky is a sweet old woman and nothing like this Yuri guy. Except for the shadows. "It's, um. Your shadows. They're not identical, but you've both got that sort of..." she tries to think of an appropriate descriptor, which isn't easy, and then ends up saying, "were-ness," which was definitely not on the short list of words she would have used. Hell, it wasn't even on the long list.

And she likes Mrs. Bialosky, so hey, no criticism implied, but it's one thing to know - or even just suspect - that someone is a were, and quite another to say it. "Sorry," she says, wishing that Con had given her a more useful gift, like the ability to flee faster than even a were's eye could perceive. "I mean, it's... it's fine." If you are one. "That you are one." Gods and angels, just stop talking, Sunshine.