Page 87 of Hell On Earth
I laughed lightly and started for the kitchen.
“What are you making for Eugene?”
“Something from scratch. That means I’m making it with my own hands.”
“Got it,” I said.
The kitchen smelled divine when I entered.
“A soufflé?” I asked.
She nodded. “I never got to make him one.”
“I’m sure he’s going to love it.”
“What would you like for dinner?” Hades asked, wrapping an arm around my waist.
“Surprise me. As long as it doesn’t come with any appendages or a head,” I added quickly.
“Kind of a weird request,” Megan said.
“No, it’s not,” I said, glancing back at her. “One of the first meals he made for me was a pig’s head. Shriveled eyes, lolling tongue, and everything.”
Megan made a face. “Not sure I’m hungry anymore.”
“Is it no longer considered a delicacy?” Hades asked Oanen.
“Nope. If you want to win your way to a girl’s heart, you have to discover her trifecta of sweet, salty, and savory. Megan’s are peanut butter cups, pizza, and burgers.”
“Pizza counts as salty?” I asked, sitting at the table.
“It does in my world,” Megan said.
“What foods will win your heart?” Hades asked me, and I knew he was completely serious.
“Honestly, I don’t know that I have favorites. I like trying new things.”
“Then let’s go out for dinner,” Megan said. “Just the four of us after we drop Zotera off at Eugene’s for a little while.”
I looked at Hades to see if he was willing, and he nodded.
Zotera squealed in excitement, cleaned up her mess in a blink, and checked the timer on the oven.
“I’ll be right back,” she said, rushing from the room.
“Where do you want to go,” I asked Megan as we waited for Zotera.
“Grandma Irene told me about this great place in Italy. I’ve been dying to try it. It’s early here but right on time for late dinner there. Got another dress I can borrow?” she asked.
Hades waved his hand at her, and her clothes changed from jeans and a t-shirt to a replica of the dress I wore but in a deep emerald green. Oanen’s clothes shifted to a complementing brown suit that was identical to the deep blue one Hades wore.
“Damn,” Megan said. “I like this.”
She lifted her skirt to show her bare feet as Zotera hurried from her room, wearing a lightweight spring dress that clearly showed her natural braless state. Zotera paused then turned around and ran into my room. The cute shoes she brought back somehow looked like they were the correct sizes for both Megan and me.
Hades waved them onto our feet.
“That’s a missed opportunity,” Oanen said to him as Zotera went to the oven.
