"You are a prince, Malin."
"Goethe, you should know, I'm not the arrogant type." Malin retorted with a smile, glancing at the little cub in Goethe's arms: "Your grandson?"
"Yes, isn't he cute?" The old fellow said, raising the wrinkled-faced baby for Malin to see... somewhat like the old baboon lifting Simba in The Lion King.
Malin chuckled, blessing the little one, deciding not to tell him the story of the Mowish family from another timeline.
Some hardships are best kept to oneself, no need to share with others.
Back in the Semi-Plane, Malin enjoyed a rare week with his own girls; neither Chaos, nor zombies, nor planetary wills came to bother him.
Even Faye hadn't discovered Malin's little secret; she thought his recent laziness was due to being too busy. Now that the world is at peace, it's okay to be a little lazy. At least it's better than not seeing him all day.
