“It even smelt different. Cold and damp like he imagined death…” —Fire’s Hart
Sable: Really? Really?!
Me: Hey! Chill out. This was before you were a character.
Sable: I smell cold and damp? (She sniffs herself). That is a lie! A blatant unwarranted lie! I do not smell cold and damp. I may be cold and sometimes it may be damp in my domain, but I do not smell cold and damp.
Me: How about you complain to the guy who made the connection. (I reach out into the empty space and pull out Ulrich who blinks sheepishly at my guest.)
Sable: (Glaring at him). Cold and damp do I smell?
Me: Geese, you Yoda now?
Sable: What makes you think Death smells cold and damp?
Ulrich: It was just a thought. A feeling. I can’t help it if I didn’t realize you were a person. Besides. The death in that thought’s sentence wasn’t capitalized. So if you’re being technical, I wasn’t referring you but the state of being dead.
Sable: I bathe!
Ulrich: (looking at me). She’s not going to let this go, is she?
Me: (Shrugging). Well, I have a tendency to hold on to things and she is the me in Evermagic so…
Ulrich: Why are you women so impossible? It was just a passing thought in a moment of near horrific circumstances.
Me: You better be careful. Who knows when your wife might show up.
Me: Like that!
Ulrich: She only came because you thought of her reaction to what I just said!
Me: I can’t help it if that’s the way of the flow.
Rose: So, am I impossible?
Ulrich: Look, Rose. It was just a blanket statement.
Sable: Those are the most dangerous.
Me: (Chuckling). And now he’s really in trouble…
Ulrich: Wait…since when was Death a woman?
Me: We’re killing the cliche!