Courting. Amrita rolled her eyes as Hel kept repeating it. The Reaper demanded another, and instead of waiting for the poor wench to come around, the Patchwork merely pushed her mostly uneaten bowl forward, shoving it across the table. It should tide her over between meals, lest she start eating the table too.
"...Oh my Jack, that is adorable." Amrita squeaked out, covering her mouth with both hands. A Reaper familiar and a Mama Scareon minipet. It sounded like a cheese mannequin romance novel; fated to never be completely together. "They must be bad little eggs though..."
"...HEY!" She sputtered into her drink as Hel's insult caught up with her, and she instantly reached out to reclaim her own bowl, taking back her oh-so-generous gift because Hel was being rude. "I didn't like you because you were pushy and you didn't know when to back off and let it go!" She insisted, though she was still in too good a mood to be seriously upset, or even truly angry.
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