GOD OF DEATH AU

[enigmaster]

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[agoodname]

[Osvaldus can't help but beam, then, pleased]

Us mortals have had a lot of time to get creative with our food flavors. [he's going to pop one of those peppers into his own mouth, now, licking the excess olive oil off his fingers]

[enigmaster]

[There's something about this one he really, really likes. He doesn't know what, precisely, but...] Can I have another one?

[agoodname]

Of course. Open up~ [he's going to feed you again hi]

[enigmaster]

[he'll gladly comply, yes, okay that's it's] I... think I like this. [it's good]

[agoodname]

Oh? I'm glad to hear that. I'll keep it in mind, then, for next time.

[enigmaster]

It's... good. You're good at making these. Did you grow these "peppers"?

[agoodname]

Oh, no, I bought them from the market yesterday, along with the ricotta, and stuffed them and marinated them in the olive oil overnight. Someone else grew them and sold them to me.

[enigmaster]

You can just... get these? Whenever you like? [what!!!] That's incredible.

[agoodname]

Well, not whenever I like. But they're in season, now.

[enigmaster]

Oh. Yes, of course. They would have to work around Demeter's whims. [...he's going to try to reach for another pepper on his own]

[agoodname]

[that's fine--he shifts his hold on the peppers so he can reach it more easily] Indeed. But it makes them all the more special when they are available.

[enigmaster]

...Is that how it works? [He takes a bite of the pepper. Very good.] I suppose it's sort of like life, then.

[agoodname]

How's that? [he tilts his head, reaching for another pepper himself]

[enigmaster]

It is more enjoyable because it will be gone later. [He pops another pepper into his mouth and chews.] ...Or so I am told. It's what some people have said, apparently. I wouldn't know.

[agoodname]

[he quiets for a moment, then]

That is...one way of looking at it, I suppose.

[enigmaster]

...It's hard for me to imagine, I suppose, given that I cannot actually die myself. It sounds silly to me, though.

[agoodname]

[at that, he chuckles, a little dryly]

How's that?

[enigmaster]

Well, wouldn't it be better to just have more of it? Otherwise mortals would be voluntarily coming to me in droves. Clearly there's a lot worth staying for.

[agoodname]

...there is, I suppose, yes. Tastes and smells and experiences and people. Depends on the person, I think.

[enigmaster]

I... see. [he does not.] Then, what is it for you?

[agoodname]

Hmmm...[he tilts his head a bit, thinking] For a long time, it was my mother. Then it was taking revenge for my mother. After that...I suppose it's been more about staying alive out of sheer stubbornness. Oh, and knocking down the people who have been trying to snuff me out.

[enigmaster]

So... simply spite, then? That seems like a waste.

[agoodname]

Thanks. [dryly] Besides, I don't think you're much in a position to judge. [and he just...pokes him in the arm] All you do is work.

[enigmaster]

That's not the same. I'm not even alive.

[agoodname]

And yet, you've been here for all this time, and I bet you haven't even tried fried fish. [eyebrow arch]