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I suggest we remove their desire for following us.
Susan arched an eyebrow and momentarily forgot about controlling her senses as she watched Slate realize his plan. She trusted him to know something she didn't. He didn't. Whatever his plan was in detail, it didn't seem to be working. Noel and the girl called Katrina proved to be very persistent.
"Would it be such a horrible thing if this was a date?"
Black eyes narrowed as the witch glared at the psychic. The worse of the two, apparently.
"It wouldn't. It is just... not." she stated, for one last time.
Slate, get rid of them or I swear to God next I'm going to tell them it IS a date, and see if they give us some privacy then.
It was a threat. A grave one too. She meant it, every word.

“Even though my own senses are limited, I still believe that you are quite fashionably acceptable tonight. I am sure any same-sex social unit would find you a non-discordant member.”
Susan laughed. She didn't really mean to, it just sort of happened; it started out as a low chuckle, and ended as a short, cheerful laughter. She couldn't help it. She was not laughing at him, not really; it was just that what he said was obviously a lie, or at least a generous modification of the truth, and still, he said it with so much conviction, the witch just had to laugh. Someone had taught him well, apparently. Or he really thought so, although Susan was not naive enough to seriously consider that possibility.
"I will take that as a compliment" she decided, smiling as she returned her attention to the ice cream. She didn't turn to look at Noel; if she was smart enough, she would leave, if she wasn't... they'd find out soon anyway.
We could have put something in her ice cream.

"No, I use all my senses." Susan explained "But the switch is not always voluntary. Sometimes I just sense things in a different way without realizing it. You see, after a while one gets used to the mixed up sensory input and stop telling normal and combined senses apart..." she remembered to take a breath "I think it is how the brain deals with the overflow."
"Why don't you try closing your eyes, effectively closing one of your input sources. Try listening to my voice and applying it to your sense of touch. "
The witch nodded, and closed her eyes, even though she knew she didn't need to. Garrett started chanting, and she focused really hard on her ability, feeling as her sense of hearing slowly spread over her skin. For a moment it was as if she could hear with her whole body; and then, when the switch was complete, the sound turned into waves upon waves of resonance, going deeper than her skin. She could feel the difference between vowels, spreading across her skin, followed by goose bumps. She let him continue for a while, and observe; she observed too, this combination of her senses was not one she used often, or experienced for more than a few seconds. After a while, her eyes opened once again.
"Interesting."

Slate remained silent as Susan continued her tasting experiment. It was not like ice cream consisted of more flavors than any other kind of food, or that it was better in the strickt scientific sense of the word; but the combination of temperature, texture, color and taste together was still something that made it more desirable than a normal meal. Susan wondered what Slate was wondering about. At least now she was going along with his idea of a not-date, and not asking qustionable questions.
"By whom?"
Talking about questions...
Noel. The--- mental pause --- friend I told you about.
Could you really call someone a friend if she was currently spying on you?
I think she might be worried about my well-being. I am not sure I managed to convince her this was not a date.
Susan took another spoonful of green tea ice cream. Might as well finish it before they have to deal with the situation.

Susan looked at the ice cream. There were four equal portions, or at least as equal as they could be divided with a spoon, by a three-year-old.
"Well?"
"Well" the witch echoed, her eyes turning blue and yellow in rapid succession. For a moment she ventured into red too, but she soon blinked that away - sporting red eyes in the middle of the restaurant was not a logical thing to do, and also, the cold stung her eyes. She rubbed them with the back of her hand.
"That one is green tea, that one is persimmon." the pointed after some colorful observation. It was not hard to guess. One was all green-and-yellow, and distinctly tea-flavored, and the other was strangely sweet and sticky. Switching around randomly for better perception, Susan also decided the former's soft tinkling was in goon contrast with the latter's mediterranean buzz.
"They both have distinct qualities." she admitted.
Picking up a spoon, the witch proceeded with the experiment to stage too, tasting. She made sure to lick the spoon clean after the first one, so as not to spoil the taste of the second. Both ice cream proved to be... enjoyable. Susan took another spoonful.
"You were right, these flavors are very satisfying to all senses." she agreed. She had already decided she liked persimmon for the sweetness, but she had a feeling there would be now way of admitting that and keeping up the witch image all at once. So she said nothing of the sort.
"They should have given us more ice cream back in the school." she added with a smirk "I think I like it."
I think we are being observed.

No murderous intetnions. Good. Now Susan could move on to the next issue, namely her situation on the tree and the distance of the ground from where she was currently sitting. It wasn't all that far away. Susan had never experienced being afraid of heights before. She was also sure she didn't want to jump. The dinosaur might be friendly, but a wounded human could still come across as a form of temptation...
She watched the little creature produce a blackberry, and blinked at the surreal scene. What on Earth was she doing? She couldn't speak, so calling someone might...
Texting. Oh.
She hadn't thought of that. She never used her cellphone much, and she certainly didn't text as much as her roommates and sisters did. But she was familiar with the baiscs.
"You want to text me?" she guessed, arching an eyebrow at the dino. She reached into her bag, fishing out a cellphone. Balancing with only one hand gripping the brach was... uncomfortable. "All right, um. My number is..."
Am I really giving my number to a dinosaur?!
Once she finished listing the numbers, Susan watched the dinosaur... text. And she wondered if it really was the easiest solution.
"Are you unable to shift back into your human form?" she guessed.

The tiny dinosaur didn't follow her up the tree. Incy wincy Susan was much relieved.
She looked down at the chirping animal, and observed its relative size and probable weight, considering how much danger it would pose to a witch of average height and weight.
Calculations like that take some time.
The little one seemed to be laughing at her, even though she was fairly sure dinosaurs were not known to laugh. Then again, this specimen was also a mutant girl. With an intelligence level that hopefully set her above a real dinosaur.
"Do you understand me?" she asked, more like an experiment, looking down at the little one with her eyes swimming black. The chirps did have a pattern this way. She was also holding on to the branch with both hands so hart her knuckles turned white.
"I have no idea how I'm going to get down from here." she murmured to herself.
Great.