There was no hope getting through to him, she could see it now. Even as she had attempted to correct that social blunder of calling one of the most popular search engines, 'The Google' when it was merely Google. There was no amount of convincing that would see to her father who was very much set in his own ways. Her own words were only met by her mother's perfectly arched brow and a soft snort from her dear old dad along with some softly muttered words from her father that she chose to ignore. A conceding sigh left her lips in an exhale as she knew a losing battle before it even began. Morgan determined that she had at least valiantly attempted to save him from his own social suicide even if it was futile.

Despite Morgan's reservations about the city, she did not think they would end up at Home Depot on their first night. Yet, this trip to the hardware store prompted the vampire to question if they were overdressed for fertilizer shopping. They all looked like they were ready for a night on the town, not to garden. That question was answered by the ever-calm voice of her father that Morgan had pivoted to face. People rarely suspected the well dressed and how truthful that answer was. After all, they looked like the picture-perfect family in every sense and in many ways they truly were. It made them blend in so well, that no one ever seemed to suspect them at first. A thoughtful sound formed, he was right, as he so often was, with the exception of things like 'the google'. After all, their tactics had been well proven and rarely ever failed them. Morgan seemed satisfied with that answer as they made their way through the parking lot and into the building, perhaps it was out of hunger that her gaze took note of every movement of every employee that she could place.

The hum from the lighting overhead, nearly assaulted her sensitive eyes as she lowered them if only to allow them to adjust. Although she already noticed her mother had already fixed her brunette locks into a messy bun into what Morgan called her down to business hairdo. There was no one to get in her way when she had a plan. Nor anyone was ever foolish to stop her. She had never once led them astray. Morgan was willing to follow her parent's lead. There was undoubtedly always something to entertain herself with.

There was a hint of suggestion in her mother's tone, her name causing Morgan to watch her intently as she asked to find some chairs that she liked. Three chairs. It was always three, one for each of them. But it was that small detail of them being in boxes that somehow seemed significant and caused her gaze to meet the familiar gaze of her mother's. She wasn't sure if there were truly chairs to be purchased or if it was simply the beginning of her plan and yet Morgan agreed, especially if that meant she could maybe find something else she might have an eye for. "Of course, I'll find some, I know what you like. She spoke as the fae strode further into the large box store, leaving Morgan alone with her father. It was like he could read her mind in that uncanny way of his, able to predict most things, including her ability to at least wander down several other aisles before making it to where she actually had to go. Even before her first step forward in her own direction, spurred on by a flicker of movement down aisle 20, she paused midstep at her father's voice. That tone and the simple phrase was nothing but paternal in every way. Don't wander. Sigh.

She was not a child anymore, even though her forever, doll-like youthful features made her appear so. Yet the young woman knew that even if she had been centuries-old enough to be on her own, that paternal relationship failed to die. Even at three hundred years, she doubted that would ever change. Nor the way she still viewed them as her parents. The human she had been tracking disappeared from her line of sight and Morgan fell in line at her father's side as he pushed that shopping cart that matched that awful Halloween orange colour. The music playing through those speakers was upbeat and subtle, one jovial song boring song flowing into the next that she could barely tell them apart. It was so very boring and she could not even pinpoint a beat even though she made up her own. They took no detours as they strolled calmly through that space casually toward the garden department where patio furniture was on display, barbeques galore lined in rows and various other outdoor supplies. The pair ended up right in front of shelves that held what seemed like endless boxes of patio furniture. That mention to hold the cart he had been pushing all along, but to keep it right there. Ah, it would appear he had a plan of his own. The youthful young woman took her mark, hands grasping on the plastic handle lazily and yet firmly. She followed that direct order, as she watched her father eye those boxes overhead.

"I think mom might like those oversized ones with the thick cushions. Those egg chairs, OH, she loves those. We should get one of those egg barbeques too... I saw the neighbours had one." Morgan offered casually and even attempted to be helpful. Those chairs were a few shelves up. They looked utterly comfortable and even Morgan could not deny she liked them too... but they were unsurprisingly expensive in comparison to the others. It was the sound of her mother's voice drawing closer that drew her attention to eye her, the seemingly friendly fae already ensnared the attention of a worker, a cute one at that. He appeared to be at complete ease, babbling on about... a club? She watched as the fae animatedly seemed interest in all the worker had to say.

"I bet he would set up those chairs at our home if she asked." Morgan mused as her gaze slid eye her father from the side, still taking her cart duty very seriously as that silent apprehension began to grow. The oh too cute worker offered Morgan a brief glance, eyeing the name tag that was pinned to the upper right hem by his neck. The pale-haired vampire entertained herself by raising on her tiptoes and lowering, while an almost bored expression drew upon her pretty doll-like features as her father directed the employee to the chairs. Although Morgan paused at the mention of his hurt back, instantly recognizing how easily he plucked a character from oblivion. Oooo, the games have begun. She loved it when they wasted no time at all. Curiousity filtered into those electric blue eyes immediately and the clear lie about his last tour in Afghanistan caused any hint of boredom to all but poof.

How those words quickly endeared the man to him, recognition settled upon her features and the worker became almost too eager to be of service to a man who served time. The employee was more than willing to help an injured war vet. It was an easy sympathy card to pull, one that made anyone that heard it, instantly trust you on some fundamental level. After all, someone who served their country could never be bad. It was a perfect part to play as that human dragged over the rolling ladder to all but cheerfully do exactly what was asked of him. He was far too trusting as he began to climb, offering his back so willingly. What an easy prize. There was barely a look offered toward her watchful mother who was looking as innocent as ever on the lookout as the employee chattered on about how his uncle served time too.

Not a single being would escape her mother's notice as she watched for any beings that made their way towards the garden centre. It was then that she knew exactly what was about to happen at precisely the same moment her father moved all too quickly for an injured war vet.. Or even just a mere human as they all pretended to be. He didn't even see it coming.

A grin played across Morgan's lips as that powerful grip swiftly snapped the man's neck with a fluid precision that betrayed the impressive strength behind that calculated move. There was barely a sound, beyond a near muffled yelp that was severed the moment that satisfying crack echoed within her ears. The life escaped him far too quickly as the elder vampire allowed his hand to fall away the moment the deed was done. Quick, precise, and clean. The employee fell heavily backwards and into the waiting cart. Exactly where he had asked Morgan to hold it in place, even as the cart protested, jerking with a jolt from the collision of the body that crashed into the cart perfectly. It bent awkwardly at the middle, head hanging unnaturally to the side, part of his legs dangling out of the side of the cart and yet there was room enough to put whatever else. It looked painful how bent he was... even though he could not feel it. The colour still clung to his cheeks that made him look like he was merely sleeping.

Her father's tall form drew closer to that cart, not at all concerned, after having picked off a barcode sticker off a nearby box, sticking it on the lifeless man's forehead like a bullseye. That joke was so corny it was a worthy dad joke and yet she could not help it... she laughed anyways before hanging her head in mock shame. She leaned heavily on the shopping cart, rolling onto her tiptoes, the music overhead still happily playing despite the murderous event that transpired. "What a deal, they seem to be flying off the shelves." She reached over to male's still warm face so she could get a better look at him, not that it mattered when he was already dead.. As if waiting for a reaction that clearly never came. Shame, he had such a pretty face and now he was just pretty dead. How she wondered if she could steal a quick little bite and yet... maybe it was better to wait. "This one is a little damaged though." She let that face abruptly go, that broken head flopping to the side. It was a shame the now corpse couldn't appreciate her own joke.... "What a dead crowd." She muttered to herself softly before ignoring the dead body and turned to eye her mother.

"Mooom, did you hear? Its a 2 for 1. We need another to get the sale price and there is room for more in the cart." Morgan offered with a wicked glint flashing within her electric blue eyes. Her spirits had already lifted. There was nothing like a little murder to put the pep back into her step.

Maybe this city wasn't so bad at all.