"If there are enough things to eat that aren't humans, that might work too. The wolf doesn't just eat nutritious things, it's practically a trash compactor."

"Well, that makes it easier actually. I know at least one estate that's have a problem with overabundance of deer. You taking a few of them out isn't going to even register. Or, if it does, well, I do need more practice hiding bodies, a deer should make a perfectly acceptable substitute..." She looks around quickly, realising what she just said. "Uh, joking? I really don't have many reasons to have to hide bodies."

"That's very generous of you. I'm sorry if we waylaid any longstanding plans."

"What do you want in exchange?"

Joss chuckles. "This is infinitely more interesting that any plans I was likely to have today. Mostly it was go home and probably fall asleep in front of the TV."

"Want?" Joss thinks about that. "Well not being kept out of the loop if you figure out what happened. I'm curious. Oh. And not doing something overtly supernatural that ends up with me having to have another fight with my Dad about indiscriminate Hunting. Family feuds, gotta love 'em." Her tone is light, but her eyes are very tired.

"Avoiding hunting sounds good to me."

And there's the one who uses evaporating as a method of transportation. 

"Hey. Sorry about earlier. Do you want something to eat? We have snacks. I mean, I guess now we have to get new money...what country are we in?"

There have been many times that Joss has wished she could evaporate. Death seems like a little too high a price.

"I am-" Joss starts to refuse, and then realises: "Actually, I'm utterly ravenous. A snack would be excellent. You don't happen to have tea do you?" She's not entirely sure she'll be that lucky. "Welcome to sunny Britain," she spreads her arms wide. "There is a pawn-broker's in town that gives decent exchange rates. Especially buying back currency. Really useful when you actually manage to come back with more money than you left with."

"You do have the States, right? United States of America?"

"Just a minute," she says, and heads into the kitchen.

Joss can see her rifling through the cupboards.

"That's what you get for saving responsibly, Scotty. Now you're here and you don't have a bank."

He comes down the stairs with a case of bottled water.

"Dying makes it hard to withdraw. Is anyone with hands that can touch things going to start on the food?"

"Well, unless it's been stolen since the last time I saw the news, yes, the United States of America is still there." She watches Allison, but keeps her ears on the responsible saving conversation. "It does beg the question as to whether your guys savings and bank accounts were transferred with you. Which would again narrow things down." She smirks slightly. "I would, but, uh, I've always been told it's rude to do anything other than offer assistance when you're a guest in someone's house. That being said. I'm willing to help if someone points out where things are to me?"

"No, don't worry, that was definitely directed at the people who live here."

"I don't eat, it's not my job."

"Der-bear, the cute girl wants you to cook for her, you're doing it."

"Joss, how do you feel about eggs?"

'Der-bear?' Joss mouths, even as she blushes at 'cute girl'. "Eggs are a good quick food. Good protein source as well. I tend to feel positively about them. Unless you're going to do something arcane like add ketchup to them."

"I wouldn't ruin perfectly good eggs."

He sets about trying to cook.

"For someone who hasn't eaten in centuries, he's pretty good."

"Glad to hear it!"

"From the fact you bullied him into cooking I would assume so. So. I'm going to take a wild guess at your being human? You do realise your living arrangements sound like the set-up to a bad joke? 'A vampire, a werewolf, a ghost and a human walk into a house', insert punchline, everyone starts throwing bottles at you."

"Tyson and Scott were living together before he died, and then Tyson needed roommates to afford his expensive habit of suing everyone he could blame for Scott's death. But it turns out werewolves and vampires can see ghosts, and now Tyson likes to pretend he can see him."

"Ah," Joss says, looking down. Then she frowns slightly. "I'm guessing learned magic-supernatural abilities aren't a think for you guys then? Or if they are, they don't affect ability to see ghosts?"

"We haven't found anything yet."

"Witches exist. They're very disturbed people."