Christian greeted Penny warmly when she walked into the living area. He watched her select a green tea and made a mental note for later. He set the paper he was reading down, laughing a little. ”I wasn’t sure what you would like, so I decided more was better than less.” He grabbed one of the iced coffees and took a sip of it.

”Did you sleep well? I hear people can have difficult nights and mornings after drinking.” Amusement danced in Christian’s eyes as he looked for any signs of Penny suffering from a hangover. He pushed the food closer to her, wanting her to take her fill.

”Ah, I was looking at the classifieds for you, but then I realized I don’t know what your qualifications are,” Christian confessed. He glanced at the TV and saw what Penny was watching. He frowned slightly. Most vampires didn’t have a tight cover story like that. Then again, these vampires had integrated themselves into society quite well.

”Mmm, I wouldn’t worry about it. Most of these cases tend to get forgotten or thrown out. We can go over being a little more discrete next time. I think you did yourself a favour by moving and selling the house before you killed them. They may question you about your time there before you moved, but I doubt they can tie anything to you.”

"My head hurts a little bit, but it's not too bad, actually. I'm a little surprised," She laughed quietly. She took the newspapers Christian had set down on the table and flipped through them. There were a couple of inexpensive RV's listed, but they looked like they needed a lot of work and Penny didn't want to have to worry about that. She had enough money to buy a new one and a truck that should be sufficient to carry it. She'd be really low on funds after, but that's what a good job would be for. Maybe she could get something that let her work from home. Penny felt a light flick on in her brain and she looked at Christian with wide eyes.

"What if I did like, bounty hunting? Like, P.I work? I don't exactly have the qualifications, but if I'm gonna learn how to fight to be a hunter, then why not find people that are missing? It doesn't matter if they're missing because of what goes bump in the night or just really awful humans, but it could be super rewarding. I'm sure that some people put out rewards for missing people? I'd be able to travel too with a camper." Penny looked at Christian for validation or denial. "I'd get a job to save up money before I do end up working that," She added.

She flipped through a few more pages in the newspaper, but put it aside when she didn't see anything of interest. "Maybe I could work at like McDonalds or something. Not my ideal job, but I heard they start people with no experience for a decent pay." She muttered to herself, going to grab her laptop and returning to the table with it. She opened it up and pulled up an RV website to browse. On the third page, she found one that looked really nice and was within her price range.

"What do you think of this camper?" She turned the laptop around so Christian could see it. Penny realized how domestic this whole scenario was and it gave her a warm feeling inside.

”I was thinking something similar,” Christian confided. ”Oh perhaps an emergency call service or working for a police station. The only thing I worry about if you were to be a bounty hunter or PI is running into the police and being arrested. Bounty Hunters aren't known to have a legitimate or upstanding business. The police are well within their right to arrest you if you interfere with an investigation,” Christian said. ”Of course, the decision is ultimately yours.”

Christian picked up the TV remote and turned the channel to something less attention grabbing. He slipped his iced coffee and watched Penny type away on her laptop. The activity seemed so mundane but in the company of friends it was welcoming and comforting.

Christian smiled, leaning forward to look over Penny's trailer choice. He chuckled softly. ”It looks well, but I confess I do not know what would be considered a good or poor trailer. Should we go and see it?” Penny would be living in it after all. It had to be homey enough for her.

“I was thinking more of a… consultant of sorts. Maybe a PI ir biunty hunter eventually when I get good at avoiding the cops.” The Penny from three years ago would've had a conniption hearing that sentence. Penny smiled at that thought. She has definitely come a long way.

“Sure. Let’s go see the trailer together.”

After Penny had gotten ready for the day, she and Christian popped over to visit with the owner of the trailer that Penny liked. It was a fairly new trailer and didn’t really need any renovations unless Penny wanted a different look. Penny wasn’t too concerned with color or look though. She just wanted something that was sturdy, safe, and going to last her a long while.

The inside was fairly spacious and very clean. Penny nodded, satisfied. The cupboards in the kitchen were big and the eating nook had plenty of natural light and soft blue cushions. A few curtains, a new mattress, and her small amount of belongings would make the place feel like a home.

“Well I’m pretty satisfied with this one. It’s has storage space, it’s almost new, and the would-be couch is comfy enough. I could put some new cushions on there to make them more comfortable. Especially for you if you’ll be hanging out all night. The bathroom isn’t even too bad.” Penny looked to Christian to see what he thought. This was his first time shopping for something so mundane and human. Penny looked forward to his opinions.

Christian hung back while Penny spoke with the salesman. He didn't want to seem like he was interfering or the one who knew anything about what needed to be known about a trailer. He wandered around the outside, looking at the slides and the stands it sat on. He looked at the electrical and the plumbing before he wandered inside.

It was like a miniature home. It was quaint and tidy, if only because it was for sale rather than having someone currently living in it. Christian found the small appliances and storage spaces whimsical. When comparing the space to a normal house or even Penny's hotel room, he was unsure if she would find it suitable, but Christian found the space to be charming. He could see Penny cooking a meal while he sat on the half couch, an array of mismatched pillows surrounding him as he read a book.

Penny’s voice jarred the strange image from Christian's head and he turned to look at her after stepping out of the bathroom.

”It seems well enough. Stable. Warm,” Christian said. He looked at Penny apologetically, having no clue what made for a good trailer. ”But you need something to pull it still,” he remembered.