Had that slip occurred earlier in the conversation - and if she wasn't disappointingly angst-prone herself, and self-aware enough to both notice and be disappointed - she might have laughed aloud. As it is, she manages to turn it into a cough. A brief cough, even. Hey, she's probably only human.

She could point out that weres, at least, have an excuse. If you're a vampire, you're king of the mountain; everyone else's hatred and suspicion of you can't be all that galling when you hold a substantial fraction of the world's wealth and technically, secretly won the Wars. And no one makes a habit of caring about their food's opinion of them. Weres, on the other hand, lack that nice, cushy fallback.

Yuri's pretty obviously appalled, though, and Sunshine doesn't feel like riling him... because okay, he's probably not a werewolf, but she still doesn't know what kind of were he is. Wereskunk is still officially on the table.

"There are some weres that tend to be a bit, uh... regional," she allows. "Like, there are weregilas, but they tend to hang out in the southern states. You don't get them that far north. But thinking there are only a few kinds is pretty," unimaginative, "stupid."

Yep. Whatever this dream weirdness is, it's catching.