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“I know.” She pat his back, and then let him go. She gave him a bit of a grin, and picked up her bowl. She busied herself in the kitchen for a few moments before she came back with a new bowl of fresh dumpling stew, and took her seat back on the stool.

“So tell me, though!” She started to change the subject. “How was the rest of prom for you, after we split ways? Did your ghoul make it?” She sure hoped she did.

“Great!” Hel cheered. “That sounds wonderful. What did you two do after?” She tried to keep the hopeful sly look off of her face, but she couldn’t help it, okay.

While she waited for the cowboil to answer though, Hel did finally start eating, taking a big spoonful out of the bowl.

Hel now tried to hide the disappointment on her face.

“Oh…ya! I did. A lot more than last year…um…it was interesting to say the least…” Hel pushed the dumplings around again. “…Freya and Kettil had…a ceremony. A wedding ceremony. At prom…on the rental scarousel. Aymet married them using his authority from being on Student Council.” Hel had a weird look on her face. “But…I got to ‘hang out’ with you, and Belladonna, and I took a first year to prom who might not have went other wise…I also learned to never swing dance with Mac. He dropped me three times…and well, I could have done without the dogging from Freya and some other stupid first year…but over all…it was good.” She assured.

“I guess?” Hel replied with a raise of her shoulders. “I mean…I do not think Aymet is exactly qualified for it to stand outside of school but—OH!” She leaned forward, staring at the reaper wide eyed. “THEY SIGNED A CONTRACT TOO!” She exclaimed. “The treasurer boil! He made a contract! MOT! THEY HAVE LOCKS ON THEIR ASSES! TRAMP STAMPS!” She snorted then. “Oh ya, he tried alright. See, he is really good at throwing me off of things, but not catching me!” Hel took another bite of her stew, and rolled her eyes.

“Because Freya is a b***h!” She exclaimed. “Likes to remind me she is getting married, and how wonderful her boil is, and I definitely know that trollop was gossiping to Kettil about how Mac kept dropping me, UGH!” She bit into a dumpling aggressively. “Is it bad I do not want to go to her real wedding!?”

“Ya. She does.” Hel huffed. “And she wonders why I do not want to go to her wedding.” Hel pushed some dumplings around again, and sighed, before she shoveled the rest of the dumplings down and finished off the bowl. The reaper put the bowl back down on her desk, letting the spoon rattle before she stared at Mot, resting her hands on her knees.

“MOT!” She boomed. “What do I do if I am two for two!?” She ran her hands through her hair in agitation, pulling her legs up and down repeatedly. “I am going to be alone five ever!” She then dove forward and flopped onto the floor like a fish.

Hel rolled back and forth on the floor, sighing. “Twooooooo.” She drawled like a sulky scareling, before she rolled into Mot and stopped, propping her head on her hands as she stared up at him. “I dunno, Mot…I do not want to keep opening myself up. I am going to get worn thin…” She then rolled away from him and writhed on the floor.

“BESIDES NOT EVERYONE CAN HANDLE THIS!”

Hel snorted. “Ya…I guess I will…” She rolled around on the floor a bit more before she rolled back over to Mot, bumping into the cowboil.

“Actually, Motty! I have two back up plans.” She informed him seriously. “First one, if I am still alone after three years after I graduate and I gave it an honest go, Gramps said I can move in with him and live with him forever and ever!” She grinned brightly at him. “Second plan, if I am alone some years down the road, and Belladonna gets dumped, her and I are going to get married, and then move in with Gramps!”

See Mot, Hel was doing some serious thinking about her future.