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I always worry- worried about May, but she was always been able to take care of herself.

The whole eating a soul thing is somehow worse?? Would they even go to the afterlife?? Like, their souls don't exist anymore, and isn't that like what makes up a person? If you like eat someone's body they could still go to whatever afterlife they believed in.

I really don't know, I'm afraid. I saw Ammit gobble up souls back home, but I dunno whether they ended up in the afterlife or not. Wasn't really a way for me to check that sort of thing.

[Because by the time Ammit went out there to suck up souls like an enormous crocodile vacuum, he'd already been revived by Khonshu.]

I really hope they do. If I end up responsible for ending someone's immortal existence for all eternity, I'm not sure I could take it. That's like a miniature Blip, innit?

Wait, like Ammit the god? When did this happen?

[Peter is a little baffled now.]

I'm gonna just hope the people you have to eat like... go to whatever afterlife they believe in. Thinking about them just not existing is way too alarming.

About a day before I got here, actually. Maybe you haven't lived up to that point yet? It happened in Egypt, but it must've made the news. Ammit grew to the size of the Great Pyramid of Giza and hundreds of people got their souls pinched before she was stopped.

Don't actually know whether people who weren't avatars to the gods could see her, now that I think about it. I know Khonshu was invisible to everyone but his avatar.

Anyway, since I'm the one doing the eating, maybe I can direct them to the afterlife myself? If I just focus hard enough?

Timelines are... so weird. That sounds super horrifying. I'm assuming you didn't get your soul eaten since we're talking right now. It's really hard to tell sometimes cause death is weird. I can't complain super hard since I was dead and got better.

Maybe? You should probably ask someone else who eats souls for some kind of help too. I'm a pooka, so apparently, I just eat bone marrow.

You were dead and got better? Like in the Blip, or...?

If you eat bone marrow, does it count if you draw a soup out of the marrow? Or do you need to eat it whole?

You know what? Don't answer that. I'm probably better off not knowing. Don't know why I even asked.

Yeah, the Blip. I got used to just... summarizing it like that. At least with my friends.

Honestly, I couldn't even answer. I haven't gotten hungry yet? I'm kind of nervous about it.

I'm sorry. That whole thing was a bloody mess, both for those who blipped and those who didn't.

Yeah, I can see that. I hope it plays out OK. About as OK as it can get, I mean.

Yeah, society kinda collapsed twice. It's sure a thing.

Yeah, I hope things go over well for you too. I realized we kinda got off topic of latkes.

Was there a specific day you would like me to come over?

[What- Oh yeah! Latkes!]

Oh sorry! I get sidetracked, sometimes.

I'm easy, so you can drop by whenever as long as it's after six. I'm working the till in a shop for now, least till I find something better. It's apartment 206.

tbh I got sidetracked too. So, I think we're both pretty bad about that.

I'll see you tomorrow after six then? I'll bring like five or six latkes. Unless you want more of them?

I... made a lot.

If you don't know any other vegans around here- I'm guessing you don't- you can just bring me that whole batch you set aside. Don't wanna see it ending up in the trash.

Tomorrow after six! :)

Oh yeah, true. It'll at least last you a while, which is a good thing!!

Uh, btw, Beat gave me something to give to you? I should specify I'm kinda sorry already.

See you then!

[Beat? Does he know anyone called Beat? ...Is he even expecting any gifts? OH, maybe it's that experimental vegan no-spill taco.]

Thanks again! See you then!

[As promised Peter shows up precisely on the dot time wise. The teenager knew it was going to be a trip from Hill House to the apartment complex so he made a point to get moving sooner.

The teenager has a bag of carefully wrapped latkes he's made for Steve tucked under his arm. He's decidedly a lot shorter than he was last time he and Steve saw each other.

He knocks on the front door, calling out as he does so.]

Steven? Um, hey, its Peter!

[Meanwhile, Steven lost track of time just a little bit. When Peter comes knocking, he almost drops the dish he was washing into the sink.]

Oh! One sec! I'm coming!

[Once he's put the dish aside, switched off the running water and dried his hands on a towel, he hastens his way to the front door. When he pulls it open, he probably still looks a bit frazzled.]

Sorry, I didn't realize it was already... [He trails off distractedly, taking in Peter's height. It'd be rude to ask if he grew shorter, right? ...Right.] ... Um. Good to see you again, mate.

[Peter shrugs a little at the apology, smiling up at Steven.] Not a big deal, I usually get places a little late so, its nice to be on time for once.

And yeah, I did get shorter. [He isn't oblivious to the pause, Steven.] Its a pooka thing apparently. It's good to see you too though!

[Oh no, he's been called out on his pause! At least Peter doesn't seem too offended.]

Oh... I didn't know Pookas lose height. That's gotta be a let down. [He steps aside to clear the doorway.] Here, come in. I'll get you a drink or something.

I didn't either, but my friend showed me this like book of monster stuff she had. Then this happened. [Peter shrugs a little as he walks into the apartment. He smiles at Steven, taking things in stride.]

Thank you, I'd really like that. If- I'm not imposing or anything.

[Once Peter's properly inside, Steven closes the door and leads the way into the living area. Enjoy your first look at that semi-messy apartment! He's only been here for about a month, so he hasn't had a chance to amass too many things yet. There's already an impressive amount of books, though, along with some random trinkets he picked up to play with. Puzzles and things like that. The curtains are wide open to allow for lots of sunlight, because as a Neph, that's the sort of thing Steven instinctively wants now.]

Why would you be imposing? You're bringing me free nosh, this is the least I can do. And it's not like I had a wild evening planned. [He gestures to the squishy sofa.] Here, have a seat. I can pour you some lemonade.

Still, I try to be polite. Like, I'm just kinda showing up.

[Peter looks around with clear interest, whiskers wiggling somewhat in turn. He walks towards the sofa, sinking into it. He gives a startled little squeak, holding up the bag.

The couch was not made for a pooka. Peter winces as he tries to not sink any further into it.]

Oh, um, you might wanna take these. I think your couch is eating me.

[The second Peter sinks into that sofa, Steven springs into action! ...By jogging over to him and taking the bag of latkes from his hands.]

Got it, I've got it! Just sit back, alright?

[Spread out that weight, Peter. It'll be fine. Steven will head into the kitchen area for a second to put those latkes away, and also one crunchwrap vegan taco that Beat stuck in there. What a combo! Either way, it's an open kitchen, so he can keep talking while he gets that lemonade.]

I really don't mind the company. Feels like things have been a little too quiet without Marc around. [That sure slipped out before he could consider the consequences.]

Um, I'll try.

[Steven, Peter is small, he doesn't have much weight to go around.

The seventeen year old squirms a little. He kicks up his legs a little awkwardly and just...falls further into the couch on his back. He kicks his legs out a little more. Feet up and out unintentionally.

He stares at the ceiling, perturbed at his fate. He tries to keep up with the conversation at least.]

Marc-? Did you have a roommate before? [He rolls and manages to grab onto the arm of the couch, pulling himself up into an actual seated position.]

[Steven freezes for a moment, his hand still on the glass he just set down on the counter. He trusts Peter, but he doesn't know how to explain this without scaring the teen off. He already struggled speaking to Dr. Osborn about it, and that's someone who has personal experience with a similar situation.]

... Yes and no. I s'pose you could call it that, but... Marc's more like my best mate. My partner. We were always together, even if it didn't always feel like it. [And if that sounds like it's implying something else, Steven's not hearing it.]

[Peter manages to haul himself onto the arm of the couch, settling there. Steven's odd phrasing just leaves Peter a little baffled. His own conclusion settles on Steven being shy about admitting he's dating someone. Partner just making it sound that way.

He has no idea why older adults are beating around the bush about dating someone.]

Like... your boyfriend?

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