"Lachesis is the smartie pants," Atropos said innocently, earning her a poke in the ribs.
"Like one of the Oracles?" Clotho asked. "That's the best comparison I can think of, anyway."
"Then it is our honor to meet you as well," Lachesis told him. "And yes, we have our fair share of duties, from birth through death. We help keep our little corner of the world turning. And Azrael is...the angel of death, is that right?"