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[banished_to]

Hel is settled in "her" chair, sewing on a pair of dark blue gloves. She's at the embroidery portion of these as well. The different colored flosses have been separated out, and now and then she asks Svava to separate out a specific strand for her. Its easier that way than if she does it for herself

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[prone_to_panic]

Archie spots the two ladies over by the fire and heads over, settling down in the next chair, grinning at them. He's just happy they're getting along.

[banished_to]

Hel just nods while Svava reads.

[skjaldmeyjar]

Reading, at least until she gets to the end of one section, then she smiles at Archie. (Obviously, it was not the section of egyptian afterlives and the preparation for.)

"Archie- good evening."

[prone_to_panic]

"Hello Hel, sweetest, it is good to see you both enjoying yourselves."

It really, really is, and he's still smiling. He eyes the book.

"I assume that I shouldn't order any spaghetti for us all, but do either of you want anything other than that?"

[banished_to]

"I don't eat."

She reminds him quietly, without any emotion one way or the other.

"Thank you."

[skjaldmeyjar]

".. considing how well spagetti looks like the scrambled brains..." Svava still turns green at the reminder, giving Archie a Look.

"Though, hot chocolate and tequila would be nice." She smiles at him.

Svava sees nothing wrong with a regular sized glass of the strong liquor, even when its for someone else.

[prone_to_panic]

Archie beams at her as he gets up and retrieves the drinks for all of them.

"You know, I've never really thought of what happened to my body after I died. I do hope Horatio managed to convince them to bury me at sea like a proper sailor should be."

Morbid much? Well, he is talking to two death goddesses, isn't he?

[banished_to]

So he is.

"It doesn't matter. Bodies are just meat. The important part of you is here."

[skjaldmeyjar]

"Sea, earth or fire." Quietly, thinking. "Though sea would have been proper."

She shrugs at Hel. "Its a sign of respect, afterwards. A last gift and duty, even if the person is gone."

[prone_to_panic]

He nods slowly.

"That is the most important thing, Hel, still..."

He shrugs.

"Perhaps that is why I haven't really thought about it before."

[skjaldmeyjar]

"Other things to think about here? More important things?"

Svava looks over to Archie, biting her lip.

[prone_to_panic]

He reaches over to touch her hair affectionately.

"Much better things to think about."

[skjaldmeyjar]

Svava smiles at Archie, a faint blush across her cheeks, and she nods.

"... Well, here, certainly."

[prone_to_panic]

He chuckles softly.

"Truly, I can't think of a place I'd rather be, if only for the exceptional company."

His eyes move to include Hel in the decleration.

[skjaldmeyjar]

"True, yes." Svava chuckles.

"So how has your day been?"

[prone_to_panic]

"Oh, uneventful, mostly. Not that I'm complaining. Uneventful for Security means that most people are calm and agreeable. It makes my job that much easier."