It had been too long. Hadn't it? Reshi counted on her fingers and decided, yes, it had definitely been too long. She'd had a complete discussion about it with Taweret, and had been texting her regularly with no real updates and a lot of speculation. And giggling. There had been a lot of giggling. But out of Ninkasi? ( Nothing. )

It was a cool, crisp autumn day, and to Sigyn that seemed to signal that it would be a good time to bake. That was the plan in her mind as soon as she got out of the shower, so she started with some peanut butter cookies. Several other cookies, a couple of quick breads, a pie, two cakes and a pan of brownies later, she paused to look at her now full counter tops and came to a realization: ( she was hiding. )

Generally speaking, Taweret left New Orleans and the place Bes kept there to himself. Generally speaking. She trusted that he didn't get up to any funny business that was going to require her to hit him with a foam pool noodle -and she had one –even bought a second one now that she wrote Loki's name one for when he was getting out of line. She trusted that that when debauchery came to the French Quarter, which it did, that the only thing straying were his eyes. He was married, not dead, and she certainly didn't keep from appreciating a nice firm male buttocks that wandered by. ( It was the lack of acting on those glances that she expected. )