'Oh, yeah!' Vince laughs. 'Forgot about that that; 's tomorrow, innit?' He's not sure how he forgot; Hallowe'en is one of his favourite holidays. Not like Vince needs the excuse to dress up, but he enjoys it anyway.
'Thanks.' He's pretty sure she's offering the fresh sugar skulls-- conjured up out of nowhere too, dead impressive-- so he takes them, tucking one into the pocket of his jacket and holding the other one in the hollow of his palm. Slightly flutters down to alight on it, giving it another little lick. They cock their head up at La Muerte.
'Like, you're Death, you mean? We've met Death before.'
'Well,' Vince amends, 'Not like, Death Death, proper like, but a Death? I dunno, there were loads of 'em, all Grim Reapers, right? In cloaks and sickles and the lot. But you're more impressive than that lot by miles.' He gives a cheeky little grin that's half genuine and half for the sake of flirtation. It's true, at any rate; that Cockney lot shambling about in their cabs and that, they've got nothing on this lady.
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'Thanks.' He's pretty sure she's offering the fresh sugar skulls-- conjured up out of nowhere too, dead impressive-- so he takes them, tucking one into the pocket of his jacket and holding the other one in the hollow of his palm. Slightly flutters down to alight on it, giving it another little lick. They cock their head up at La Muerte.
'Like, you're Death, you mean? We've met Death before.'
'Well,' Vince amends, 'Not like, Death Death, proper like, but a Death? I dunno, there were loads of 'em, all Grim Reapers, right? In cloaks and sickles and the lot. But you're more impressive than that lot by miles.' He gives a cheeky little grin that's half genuine and half for the sake of flirtation. It's true, at any rate; that Cockney lot shambling about in their cabs and that, they've got nothing on this lady.