Riesling was (happy coincidence!) Psyche's favorite; she indulged in an appreciative sip before nodding in agreement. That lack of imagination would be among Wrath's defects amused her more than anything else -- it was true, certainly, though not perhaps the first character flaw most others would mention.
"Reasoning with her, or attempting to, isn't my first choice," she admitted reflectively. "Though ignoring her is out of the question."
The Peach Melba was superb -- the perfect mixture of refreshment and sweetness, with just a hint of the tartness peaches possess. A counterbalance to their conversation subject, perhaps. It was easy to speak objectively in this setting, which was so elegantly set apart from the chaos Psyche's life seemed to attract almost magnetically.
She hesitated revealing Death's part in this -- again, not out of any lack of trust in her friend, but out of respect (and, admittedly, sympathy) for him, as he seemed to take the betrayal far more to heart than she ever did. "You may ask if you'd like. It wasn't maliciously done; he was only doing what he thought was best, and I don't blame him for it."
A slight pause. "I think you may be acquainted with him, actually."