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Hel is outdoors, sewing a new glove for herself. It's fairly hard to miss her, if nothing else. She always welcomes those who would speak with her.

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"It's not really complaining, babe. Just... You know, like. Wanting a change, or something."

He pauses.

"Ever gone surfing?"

"I have not." Hel says with amusement, "I have read about it, however."

"Wanna give it a shot?" he asks.

"How would I manage that?" Hel asks quietly.

"Dunno. We could try and figure something out though," he replies.

"If you come up with something, I will try." Hel states.

"...Right. Let's just hang for now; I'll totally tell you when I figure something out, kay?"

When, not if. He is totally up for this.

Need a bigger beach, to start, with bigger waves, and bigger trees...

Hel nods and looks up at the sun again. It's just warm. She's not really thinking past that at the moment.

"California," he says eventually. "They've got like, these huge trees there. Could totally make you a board big enough."

"I do not know how to craft a surfboard." Hel isn't arguing, just pointing it out.

"Yeah, but I do," he "It'll take a while, but like, it'll be totally bad ass."

"I have time."

She has all the time in time.

"Then let's go check out the California beaches and the California redwoods, babe," he says, offering his hand again. "You're totally hot enough for it."

"...Pardon?"

"Tall, blonde, babe," he says, ticking them off on his fingers. "You're like, made for California."

"I am half a corpse." Hel says, "Tall, yes. I am a giant. Blond, yes. But a babe? Not even when I was newly born."

"So? Like, half of you is hotter than the whole of most chicks," he points out.

"And I have been told that it would be less horrifying if it were less beautiful, when matched against my dead half." Hel says without much bitterness.

He shakes his head.

"Babe, you don't give yourself enough credit. You need to stop hanging around people who suck, and spend more time around people like me, you know?"

"You mean very little people with no hearts?" Hel says mildly, glancing down at him. "None could stand my home."

"I may not have a heart, but I still have an eye," he says. "And I know hot; trust me babe, I dated enough of it."

"The half of me does not excuse the other half."

"Babe, the universe couldn't handle you if you were all hot," he says.

"Your attitude must have garnered you a great deal of sexual conduct when you had a heart." Hel murmurs after a moment, working eyebrow raised.

"Never had like, less than three girlfriends," he replies. "But I never make things up, you know?"