"I knew things were bad, I didn't know they were Hanlon bad." He had just appeared on the bridge, SiC almost shot the god before Trezlan held his hand up. He had informed his AI companions of the death god before, but he forgot to mention he doesn't show up in a traditional manner.
"Hanlon bad, I kind of like that." Hanlon had the long hair again, and looked younger, Trezlan figured since he no longer really showed up to people anymore he decided he could look like whatever he wanted.
"You would, so tell me what is the book really?"
"Recipes for food."
"And?"
"And they are good?" Hanlon enjoyed teasing things out even though he could tell Trezlan did not.
"Not the muffins I made, they were terrible." Hanlon suddenly went from bemusement to a bit of shock.
"Muffins? You made the muffins and ate one?"
"Half of one, it was awful."
"You ate a half of a muffin from a recipe in that book and you stand there completely unaffected."
"Just a book of recipes? I don't think that's true at all not with how you are looking at me." Hanlon didn't say anything, he just stared at Trezlan. The god didn't know what to think, firstly that Trezlan out of all the recipes would try the one that was the whole reason for the book.
"Well every other recipe in there is a book of recipes, the muffins though, they were a ritual sacrifice item for god hood."
"You're shitting me."
"You should be dead, like several times over."
"And here I just wished I was with the aftertaste in my mouth." Trezlan did think a lot of the ingredients wouldn't make a good muffin, but he was willing to try anything at least once. "So let me guess you don't want me to give him the book?"
"Oh no on the contrary I'd love to be there for the exchange."
"Why?"
"Call it professional curiosity I want to know who's trying to become a god and why."
"Sure All my other security people are unavailable, might as well bring along the god of death."
"I prefer Hanlon, no need to be so formal."
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