Death smiled, though she didn't really feel especially amused. She noticed how Jason's eyes would slowly wander towards Cassandra's usual seat and then dart back elsewhere when he realized what he was doing. "We have ice cream sometimes, too," she said. "We pretty much eat breakfast and dessert."
Before she spoke again, she chewed thoughtfully on some food and tried not to look sad. "Maybe you are," Death's voice was quiet and soft. "Maybe you need to." She suspected he did.