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She giggled.“The fact that you just asked that says everything. What are your hobbies?”
“Cards. Riding.” He paused, reaching. Damn, this was harder than he thought.“Drinking.”
“What about things not related to being the God of the Dead?”
“Drinking is not related to being God of the Dead.”
“It also isn’t a hobby. Unless you’re an alcoholic.”
He was probably an alcoholic.
“Then what are your hobbies?”
“Baking,” she answered automatically, and he could tell by her expression that she truly loved it.
“Baking? I feel like I should have known about this sooner.”
“Well, you never asked.”
He found himself wishing to experience this hobby with her. He wanted to know why it brought her such joy. What about it calmed her and smoothed the worry from her face? He frowned as they continued their walk, pausing so she would turn to look at him.
“Teach me.”
Her eyes widened.“What?”
“Teach me,” he said.“To bake something.”
She laughed, and Hades’ pout became more pronounced; he was serious. She seemed to realize this, and her expression softened.
“I’m sorry. I’m just imagining you in my kitchen.”
“And that’s difficult?”
“Well…yeah. You’re the God of the Underworld.”
“And you’re the Goddess of Spring,” he pointed out.“You stand in your kitchen and make cookies. Why can’t I?”
She stared at him, and he wondered for a moment if he’d broken her. He reached to touch the edge of her lips, which had fallen into a frown.
“Are you well?”
His question brought a smile to her face, and yet something still seemed wrong. He noted her eyes glistening, as if she were close to tears.
“Very well,” she agreed, and surprised him by pressing a kiss to his mouth and pulling away too soon.
“I’ll teach you.”
“Well, then,” he said, hands on her waist.“Let’s get started.”
“Wait. You want to learn now?”
“Now is as good a time as any,” he said.“I thought maybe…we could spend time at your apartment.” Again, she seemed stunned, and he shrugged his shoulder, explaining,“You’re always in the Underworld.”
“You…want to spend time in the Upperworld? In my apartment?”
He would have to suggest this more often. It was taking entirely too long for her to get the point.
“I…have to prepare Lexa for your arrival,” she said.
