Re: Prodigal
Omen didn't directly answer her, he merely made happy monkey noises and scratched the apex of his head. Satisfied that he now knew the contents of the box, the amused Will stepped back and allowed Qiana her room to work.
"That's... big."
"That's what she said," he interjected.
"Right up your alley."
"Making it too easy," Will couldn't help himself.
"Are you going to re-wrap it?"
"I'm not touching that one," Omen added. "Whaaaaa?" he said when Eva mentioned she was going to sell him out to the Allfather. "It's fine. He'll probably thank me. Seems like he's had too many tomorrow problems on the dome lately," Will said and eyed the ring again. "Trying to align the realms and help his wife launch a literal space force," he smirked then snatched the tag back from Eva. "The haiku is kind of growing on me," he said then spoke the poem aloud in his best Thor voice. "That's nice. No one's writing me poems, but I don't even have a job," he said with a chuckle, then a dark-playful glance toward Eva.
Next Will turned his eyes to Tress with a noticeable pre-smirk. "Want me to look around any rooms for jewelry boxes with your name on them?" he fired at the spicier-at-the-moment Latina.