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. )

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. )

Ereshkigal was done for the day. It was rare that she cut her hours short, because she took her duties seriously. Even more rare on days when she knew her husband would be preoccupied elsewhere, so not available for her to crawl all over his hot, naked body. But it was precisely that reason, Nergal's absence, that had her delegating things that could be handled without her direct supervision. Because instead of watching the dead kneel before her, naked as the day they were born, ( Ereshkigal was planning to get bare herself. )