'Well crap, I think it died.' She thought as she poked the smelly bag of flesh with her boot.
'Also, ew. Did she just call me ma'am? How old do I look??' She grimaced with a deepening frown.
'Now let's consider our options, option A: Bring the meat sac home and fix it up for later use, or option B: Completely forget this happened with a night at Jeb's Tavern and not have to expend any energy bringing it back to the lab.'
...
'F*ck it, let's do both,' she thought as she flexed her fingers in greed.
A quick jog back to the van and an even slower drive back through city traffic later, she had a frozen cadaver and some ice cold beers from Jeb's in her backseat. "Vamos a casa."
{One long-*ss drive and half the beers later}
She slammed her van door shut. 'Goddess, such a long drive for some good booze. And dead bodies hehe.'
Walking over the the back door of the van, she pulled out the melting block of ice.
'Blegh this is why I never had kids, they die too easily,' she thought as she hoisted the block onto her shoulder quite easily. But suddenly her knee buckled as her old wound flared up. She dropped the block and leaned heavily on the van.
She looked up at the dark mansion surrounded by densely clustered vines and un-pruned trees that were situated very far from where the road ended.
*sigh
'Why am I hauling this thing when I created teleportation magic for a reason,'
With a snap and a fancy flourish (for her own inebriated entertainment), her and her belongings were teleported to the basement of her house.
The basement was 'relatively' clean in her mind, but in reality it was just a large room with low ceilings and molding wallpaper. Lab equipment was strewn haphazardly anywhere they could fit, and pudding cups littered the floor.
Setting down the child's body, she flicked her fingers to add another thick layer of ice to preserve the girl's flesh until the morning.
'What, you thought I would fix her now? Nope that can wait till after a shower and my morning coffee.'
{Six hours of sleep and said coffee later}
*GRAAAAAAAAUUUUUGH
*SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
*CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW
"NOT SO D*AMN EARLY IN THE MORNING!" She screamed as she chucked a cinder block out the window. (She kept them handy for situations like this)
'Wait for it.'
'Wait for it.'
*CRASH
*HISSSSS
...
'There it is.' She inwardly smiled at the Harpie's suffering. After all that's what they get for bothering her when she's getting ready for the day- 'The harpies are annoying, but those friggin' faeries are always going through my garbage.'
'Well that's enough of that, time to get to work.'
She spend the morning busying herself with readying her lab station. Beakers, flasks (alcoholic and non-alcoholic kind), mana coils for conducting electricity spells, an extra outfit for the ankle-biter when it wakes up, clearing away anything flammable, etc.
Now you might ask, 'Ramona why don't you just hire a cleric? They might be expensive but they get the job done.' and there are two answers for that. One: because this is h*lla illegal outside of dungeons, quests, and boss raids, and two: because I don't have the time nor patience to deal with those high and mighty faerie turds'
Half an hour later she shoved the last box of scraps under the table with a very unlady-like grunt. Then, sliding the block of ice out of its corner she grinned at her success.
'Clean house, happy house.' she thought as she slid on her neon pink, elbow-length rubber gloves.
"Alright kid, time to work."