@codie-mohren Codie's place
The Sun is back, which is nice. Cham is gone, which is not nice. As much as she'd have liked to have followed the witch back across the Mississippi to aid or abet (or finance or any other number of things that start but do not end with the letter f) whatever plan it is that they'd had for getting even with the fam (again, a goal she supports even if she cannot partake), she'd decided to stay in town, if only to lend whatever assistance she can to the pack that she's become a strange fostered ward to in the aftermath of Varcolac's absorption into Warwick.
She hasn't spoken to her dear sister, either - or answered texts. Or picked up calls. No - she keeps in touch with her the way god intended for all estranged siblings to do so - intermittent stalk sessions on some vibe-coded piece of shit website from behind a veil of anonymity and a cell-phone screen protector.
And with Cham's er- charming little farm-house a little too lonely, it had been Codie who had offered Flick a place to crash - and crash is exactly what she does when she steps into the trailer, looking around with a sort of 'how could I have not realized that this mobile home would indeed look like a mobile home' dread settling into her shoulders - even if her face is politely bemused. "This is- nice!" She says.