Grecian Urn...

Marriage had mellowed Ruin quite a bit over the years. She still had a fiery temper and a viscous streak a mile wide, but it tended to be a slow burn these days. She was humming gently in the kitchen as she put the final touches on tonight's meal.She was always fond of tradition, and it was obvious in the anniversary menu she'd prepared - small spanakopita, souvlaki chicken skewers, and a large plate of fruit which she was picking at as she worked. Even her dress spoke of tradition - while not authentic garb, the hi-low dress she work was very reminiscent. flowing white with an empire waist, with one shoulder. Scrolled gold armbands rested on her forearms, and she'd eschewed footwear completely.

In the sunken living room, a large plush blanket was laid out, thick pillows scattered about. The baby was in her room, amused by her new mobile. All that was missing now was her husband, whom she knew had no real schedule for when he'd be home - they were both so busy these days, especially given the state of the world. The Vortex had returned them to their home, but they'd gone and found the same condo to buy - it was just a brilliant location. And the way America was going, it was working out Luckily, she was patient.