“At least drop by a little more. It’s better you came to me than me coming to you. Since that would require me to be dead.”

“And you don’t come to visit because what? You’re busy cutting life lines?”

He chuckled.

“Must’ve been forever since I got under your skin. Good to have ya back around.”

He shrugged.

“Whatever ya say, Skull-girl.”

The blacksmith leaned back in a nearby chair.

“Now slip off the heels and take a load off. You’re working yourself to death.”

Ha ha-

“Oh. Hm…so you just make a brief exchange then go about your business? What if you’re both sent to reap the same soul?”

“….Betcha make lots of conversation with Thanatos.”

“Hm. You know Grimm. That makes me curious. You ever come across any of the other gods of death?”

Like….feeling sick?

“I mean I see death too but not often as I’d like. She’s pretty cool.”

Not…that death.

“What do you see?”

Noble perked up immediately, soon letting out a small chuckle of his own.

“Love ya, honey. Now…you need a hand with all that or ya want me to get started on lunch?”

Maybe she would instead find a lawn chair and bask even more in the final warm sun for the season.

(Chi-Chi)

Noble was just standing right before the ox queen he calls ‘wife.’ Along with a small gulp.

“Uh….Chi-Chi.”

He looked quite nervous just trying to think of a joke that wouldn’t upset her. Putting on a brave face, he would finally speak.

“I-I think of you Ox-ten.”

That was terrible.