#kc_necropolis

That gets a smile.

"Though tis true, that the witchling you were would be in admiration of the witch you are now, my love."

"I hope?"

"I know" He says with certainty.

She boops his nose.

He blinks as his nose is booped, caught off guard, then..he begins to laugh, a deep chuckle, he fights to keep it quiet and succeeds but he cannot stop the laugh "Did you just.. boop me?"

"Moi?"

Innocent look, sip of tea.

A bit more laughter, Earl turning, his belly shaking quietly

FInally he manages to wheeze out "Well, Murray did say you domesticated me...haheh"

"Oh, please."

"Am I not the Great Corrupter?"

"You are, " He manages to regain himself "The greatest, my lady. The weaver of webs I cannot escape and do not wish to"

"Thank you."

"Though if I may boast, the fact you spent effort putting designs on me is a source of pride for me in turn" He raises a cup as if in silent toast

"You paint - I have sculpted mine own troll."

He nods somberly as only a troll can, then deadpan, "Are you sure you got the nose right?"

She traces it with a fingertip. "I am satisfied."

And he kisses her finger tip, "Then it is fine."

And they enjoy tea, memories, and what is good in Firnost

(End Scene)