"So, you need a room then? For just one?" The large Innkeeper asked eyeing Dave but jumped back as Tequila merged from his body.
"Do I count as one person if I am inside of him most of the time?" She asked as she toyed with her black hair.
Tequila had come out in a cute yellow dress. She had a small round face with a perfect tanned complexion and stubby legs.
"You're not a demon? Why are you living in one?" The Innkeeper asked in surprise.
"This is my husband, and he is not a demon, but I am not here to argue if a tomato is a fruit. We just want a room and a meal, and a bath would be nice, Ma'am," Tequila told the Innkeeper.
The Innkeeper looked the two of them up and down and then frowned. She then turned and yelled to the back for Pa to come up.
