Thanatos never particularly cared for the Romans. Mostly because they renamed him Mors and called it a day. Laziness had always been a bit bothersome, and that was just lazy on the part of the Romans. But Than had been there as they built their aqueducts. He remembered the multiple levels of the Pont du Gard, the many arches as they were meticulously built. That had been impressive. His first stroll along the lower tier, his first crossing of that bridge that spanned the Gard River, it had been striking indeed. Above him was the means to bring water to Nimes, below him a river. And he stood on over fifty thousand tons of stone. This was impressive construction. That wasn't lazy at all.
Than wasn't entirely sure how impressed he'd be by yet another bridge.
He arrived on time, as Makaria knew he would, though up until that point, Than hadn't found time to get an early look at the bridge meant to span the Golden Gate. The last time he'd been in San Fransisco, there had been nothing but water, a strait connecting the city's bay with the Pacific Ocean. He hadn't been to San Fransisco in a very long time, though. Stepping forward, seemingly from nowhere, Thanatos looked for Makaria before he even glanced at the bridge, though it distracted him as he walked towards her.
Perhaps the Romans could've taken some building tips from the Americans. Go figure.
"Well that's certainly a view," he said, lowering a large basket to their blanket. Than had decided to bring them some good, classic Greek food, and that was why he'd asked her for a bottle of wine, but he had brought along a few extra bottles as well. That would come as no surprise. Than always brought plenty of wine.
"I'm glad you didn't want to join the festivities," Than added, as he politely removed his hat and lowered himself to sit on the blanket. She looked lovely as ever, but Thanatos kept that comment to himself.