“Mmm, older, maybe, not so sure about dignified. I much prefer your smiles.” Enola offered with a grin even as her hand slipped from his grasp and she sat in his lap, legs draped over the arm of the chair.
They had been colleagues first, friends second and now parents. A strange, altogether unexpected progression that still left Enola baffled if she thought about it too hard. Life was full of funny twists and turns, even for the gods or maybe most especially for them.
“It’s weird isn’t it…all these changes, they can’t be that bad if there’s only been a minimum amount of catatonia involved, right?”