"Mmhmm. One of these days I'm going to wise up to your, what's the word, uh..."

While Asbjørn's kind of were isn't cursed by the moon, they're not precisely immune to its effects (especially the older he gets; a fact that's slipped his mind more than once over the past several months). Right now, the edges of the more human parts of his mind start to blur slightly.

He sits back, securing the jar and trying to finish the end of that sentence. "Damn it, I should have had my coffee before I left."