playing poker with the dead / open, meet & greet

“[color=#40bf40]Where did you come from, Margaret?” Radeken wondered if she would allow more than one question, and almost unloaded a few more, but she knew others were often annoyed when becoming inundated with queries, so she kept her lips together after the first one, coming to stop a respectful length from the feline. Radeken eased herself onto her tummy, resting comfortably. “[color=#40bf40]I told you who I was, right? Radeken?” She was fairly sure she had, at that party, but repeated it again anyway. Just in case.