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Hel is outside with her sewing. She's rather glad that the jungle is gone. It blocked a lot of her view of the grounds and something about it just wasn't right. Not really. She's hard to miss, being roughly the same scale Optimus Prime is when he's at home, and her hair glistens in the light all the way from her head to where the braids coil on the ground.

((Xigbar))

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"Absolutely. So, like, what do you do for fun, babe?"

He's not going to assume that her sewing is a hobby.

"Oh..." Hel thinks about it for a moment, "Learn, mostly. Sometimes I forge weapons, but that's for Ragnarok. I...hmm."

Then she shakes her head, "Not much, to be honest. I don't like to drink alone, I can't do much with my body. I enjoy the sun."

"A babe like you should never have to drink alone," Xigbar replies.

Hel blinks at him and says, "I am Hel. When I was very small I could drink with the lítill Men who were my first friends, but even then...well even then it was rare. Men cannot stay pace with me."

As far being called babe...she assumes it's a manner of speech. And that he means nothing more by it than she does by calling him little.

"Betcha I could keep up," he replies.

"Do you, now?" she asks with amusement, "Do you really?"

"Yeah, I totally do."

Space and Nothing, and no biology to speak of.

"Then this round is mine." Hel says calmly, "And the next is yours. You will have to fetch the drinks, I cannot."

"Sure thing. Jussec, babe---"

He jots a quick note, and space warps around them. When things stop distorting, there's a Xigbar-sized glass, and a Hel-sized glass, both full of Atlantean.

It's good to be Space.

Hel holds hers up and says several things in Norse. They sound very impressive, but boil down to cussing her relatives up, down, and sideways in a ritualistic manner.

Then she starts drinking.

"Don't have a clue what you said babe, but whatever."

Mmmm Atlantean.

"If you knew my relatives you'd understand." Hel informs him, "I curse all related to my father."

"Even yourself?" he asks, looking at her contemplatively.

"I think birth cursed me more than enough." Hel says with a shake of her head, "It was his side of the family that took my brothers and myself from our mother. Jormundgand was thrown to the depths of the oceans. Fenrir was chained beneath the Bifrost Bridge. And I? I was thrown down all the worlds, to land in Niflheim and there be trapped until Ragnarok, when I destroy the universe."

She hasn't put on her power. But it's close.

"Harsh," is all he says to that, taking another drink.

"Mmmhmmmmm." she agrees, matching him pull for pull.

She's Norse. She quaffs.

When it's time for the next round, Xigbar bends space again, to refill their glasses.

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