The slender, gothy young woman eyed the terminally skinny anthropomorphic personification and said, "I don't think this blind date thing is working out."
The other shrugged. MY GRANDDAUGHTER SAID I SHOULD GET OUT MORE.
"You have a… never mind." Death leaned forward, toyed with her ankh. "At least we're in the same business?"
I SUPPOSE. Death tipped his head and managed an unnervingly intense look for someone without eyes. I AM TOLD THAT HELPS.
"Yeah," she said. "So do hobbies. Do you have hobbies?"
I PLAY CHESS, he said, then something in the skull brightened. AND… DO YOU LIKE CATS?