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Havenwood shook his head again. "Please don't lick your lips like that."

"Got any napkins, then? I haven't touched a napkin since the traveling 'Cafe a la slumps'. I'm not kidding."

Havenwood sighed. "Yes, I have napkins."

"Where are they? I mean, if you don't want me to lick my lips - which is the logical thing to do, anyway. What if you run out of napkins? Then what are y'gonna do?" Elise was about to get up to search herself.

Havenwood glared at her fiercely and got her a napkin. "Can you… shut up now?"

"Only if you do, and you seem pretty intent on getting me to shut up by talking more."

Havenwood glared at her. "I'm not talking nearly as much as you, smart one."

"Did you just give me a compliment?"

"It was sarcasm." Havenwood sighed.

"Geesh. If this is how you're gonna be, I'm rather frightened at the aspect of gods who are apparently haughtier than you."

(ooOOOF BUUUURRRRN)

Havenwood shook his head and didn't respond. This is ridiculous.

Staring at Havenwood for a couple seconds, Elise sunk onto the couch and took a look around. Although it looked shabby on the outside, it was like a very small palace on the inside, with everything in gold and silver that anyone could ever need. Although, strangely, there were almost no personal items in this room - no family photos, no heirlooms, no childhood memories - not even a boombox (which, Elise knew from experience, was a must-have for every streeter in New York City.) It was desolate to the point of depression.

And looking at Havenwood, he did look dark and haughty, perhaps from something more than spite. He crossed across the kitchen, looking restless. He fiddled with his fingers and resisted the urge to bite them.

"What now?" Elise asked, surprising herself.

"I don't know. You don't have much to make anything and it's your first day, anyway."

"Well, I have this, at least. Go see how the boss likes it. I'm calling Zeus boss now, by the way." Elise held out her one and the only weapon, the blunderbuss made and used - multiple times- in New York.

"Ugh. Well, since it's for me, I'll have to test it out." Havenwood took it carefully and observed it, happy to be able to do something.

"Don't shoot me. Shoot…uh…something outside. A squirrel. Please, a squirrel. I hate them." Elise offered.

"What the hell makes you think I'm going to shoot you?" Havenwood went outside and looked around.

"You."

"Well, you're wrong. Are you coming or not?" He asked irritably.

"Eh…no. You go test it." Elise shrugged - she wanted to sneak into Havenwood's other room to see if he really was soulless or not.

"Alright, alright." He closed the door and walked out to go look for prey.

Meanwhile, Elise got up off the couch and treaded as fast as she could without making a sound to the other room - Havenwood's bedroom.
It, too, was decked in glamour, but here there was something else. Yes, all the normal things a bedroom contains, but on the dresser, there was one photograph in a beautifully crafted frame. Havenwood, young, was in the middle. Zeus' giant hands rested on top of the young boy's shoulders, with who Elise recognized as Leto on the other side, hands clasped in front of her. They were all smiling, especially Leto and Havenwood. It was a family photo.
On the bottom of the frame, there was a note, hastily scribbled. It read: Father, why did you marry Hera?
Elise barely had time to twist her face into confusion before the door opened with a bang and a whoop from Havenwood. Not daring to come out lest he see she'd been in his room, Elise thought fast and rolled under the bed. It was a tight fit, with lots of dust.

Havenwood walked in, holding an ox and looking around. "Elise? Are you here?" He dragged the ox into the middle of the room and set the weapon down.