"I swear," Nela groaned, floating belly-first across the air while chewing on a cosmic banana. "If your mortal life was a book, I'd read it in the bath, under the covers, and during staff meetings."
Pip chuckled, nervously sipping what could only be described as ambrosia milkshakes from a goblet that kept refilling itself. "It's weird. I never thought I'd be telling stories about… well, me... to goddesses."
Bela, golden and radiant, lay beside him with her chin in her hands. "You're too modest, darling. You and Vuvela are everyone's new obsession. Even the archivist angels are gossiping."
Hela swirled her drink lazily, draped across a cushion like a bored cat in lingerie. "Honestly… the way you talk about Vuvela. It's achingly sweet. You'd make a poet cry."
Pip gave a shy smile. "I just… I never thought I'd have something like that. Someone who believed in me. Even when I didn't."
