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It's not like she doesn't have a menagerie waiting for her at home, but some habits just never die. Growing up in Darrow has prepared Aggie for a life of inconsistency that makes her cling all the more fiercely to what has managed to stay–to who has managed to stay. So she ends up at Un Chat Gris more afternoons than not, paying the entry fee to sip a coffee and do homework around other cats.

There have been a succession of friends who worked here, all the way back to Urahara and Rukia and now with Blue. Though none of its previous employees have left ghosts, per se, Aggie likes to imagine that she can feel them a little more closely through the veil or across dimensions or whatever it is that separates them.

And there are still friends here, which means a lot too. Every so often, she can't help but raise her head and just be glad for people like Blue.