Note to Readers: I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, in the future, make sure to mention to me periodically that you're not supposed to listen to Potter Puppet Pals while writing romantic chapers...I'm breaking the real time-flashback pattern with this chapter.


With her heart pounding nervously, Madee knocked softly on the door of Sepulchure's fortress. Since she had just climbed an ancient dracolich, she was panting hard. She waited for a few moments, then, deciding that he had forgotten that she was coming (she was extremely under confident for a goddess), she turned away, trying to face the fact that she had to climb back down. However, she heard the soft click of a door opening. Madee looked backwards over her shoulder and saw Sepulchure standing in the doorway, in normal clothes- no ugly armor.

"Hey...next time, you might wanna knock louder," he said, with a crooked smile. Even though Madee hadn't seen him for so long- ten years- anyone could have told her that Sepulchure hadn't smiled like that in years, until he saw her. He ushered her inside, closing the door behind her. She gasped in wonder when she saw the vast throne room. "Oh my gods...this is amazing!"

"You really think so?"

"Yeah," she said. She realized that she hadn't been this- what was the word? Unhyper, she decided- in about...well, her entire life. She chuckled softly, causing Sepulchure to ask,

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing," Madee replied. "I just don't think I've ever been this calm."

"...I'm just a little worried. We need to get some caffeine in you...follow me." Sepulchure led Madee through twisting and turning corridors until they ended up in a large room with a multitude of small tables. A small door, leaking smoke, led to what Madee decided must be the kitchens. Sepulchure said, "Wait here for a second..."

Madee walked around and examined the room while she waited for Sepulchure to return. A few minutes later, he entered, carrying a flask of a green liquid. He handed it to her, and she took a large drink.

"Hey! They have almost exactly this same drink in the other world! They call it Mountain Dew."

"Yeah, but this is so much better."

"Nuh-uh. Mountain Dew, definitely."

"Frostvale Snow."

"Mountain Dew."

"Frostvale Snow."

"I'M BETTER THAN EITHER OF THOSE!"

Shocked, Madee and Sepulchure both looked toward the kitchen door. As they were arguing, they had been leaning closer and closer. They made a comic sight, both looking in the same direction while leaned in toward each other.

Striding in their direction was a plump, flour covered woman. She had a face that would generally be considered kindly, but at that moment was contorted in anger. "I am trying to make your dinner, Sepulchure! Do you think I can concentrate with all this noise?" Turning to Madee she said, "It's so nice to finally meet you, Madee. I've heard so much about you from Sepulchure here. Call me Cook, by the way." She turned around and headed back to the kitchen.

"...what was that all about?" whispered Madee to Sepulchure.

Sepulchure, still blushing from the "I've heard so much about you from Sepulchure", said, "She doesn't like noise..."


And...that's my first update since the end of October! ^_^