She still had his number, he was pleased to see. There were very few people whom Desmond had little desire to pluck at in true puppeteer's fashion; CeCe happened to be one of them. She was too much a rock of sanity amidst so much immortal madness, and that was something he liked about her.
"Eons," he agreed cheerfully, rising back to his feet. He leaned forward to press a long, lingering kiss against CeCe's cheek before he sat across from the goddess. Once seated, Divorce smiled at Comfort Food fully and openly. There was many things Desmond hid around this woman. His joy was never on that list. "I fancy you're doing pretty well for yourself nowadays, gorgeous. Tell me about it. I want to hear all of it in excruciating detail, regardless of whether we're stuck here for another couple hundred of years."