#{ we've missed persephone something fierce! }

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Persephone's been mixing up brownie batter for a big batch, though she pauses when she sees Bill walk into the kitchen. "Hiya." She puts her things down long enough to give him a quick peck on the cheek. "You caught me during a craving. So we'll both get brownies from it, if you'd like."

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The time he's spent away from his people has been oddly restorative for Bill, in utter defiance of his own expectations. And since coming to Olympus at Persephone's invitation, he's found little need to adopt his hulking cybernetic form at all times -- although she's assured him that she adores him regardless of the skin he wears, there's a height disparity that's quite impossible to ignore when he is the warrior the galaxy knows.

There is also the advantage of having cheeks to kiss... an advantage Persephone employs to the fullest of her enjoyment in this moment. And it is very much also to Bill's, whose dusky tan face breaks into a smile... a real smile, with lips and bright eyes and straight teeth that he can show or not show if he feels like it... at both her affection and the notion of brownies.

"And a good morning to you, as well," he quips, lifting a four-fingered hand to brush against his face, as if sealing the lingering sensation of her kiss against it. "Brownies would be most acceptable."

Then he leans forward and gently, almost shyly, presses a kiss to her own cheek in turn. A kiss of his very own... a gift that, a mere matter of years ago, would have been impossible for him to offer.

But above all else, he is still Beta Ray Bill -- and he would not be him if he did not offer assistance of some kind. "Is there anything else you crave that I might retrieve for us, while we await the oven to finish its work?"