[The way she looks at him makes him feel instantly bashful, mingling with another bout of surprise- that answer is even more incomprehensible than the other. He can't find it in his heart to disagree with her, though, not when she looks so... contented. It's not as if he's met her a myriad of times, but he's still never seen her look so soft. Seems after all of this, he finally managed to say something right.
He squeezes his fingers lightly around her hand in the grass, scratching at his cheek with his other hand.]
I dunno... that sounds like a lot of work. How much napping can a god do?
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He squeezes his fingers lightly around her hand in the grass, scratching at his cheek with his other hand.]
I dunno... that sounds like a lot of work. How much napping can a god do?