"And I would've squarely kicked you in the nuts," Margaid responded just as sweetly.
A small smile crept on Finn's face, but it was brief.
Magnus threw his head back and laughed. "My apologies, Dr. Davis. Trust me when I say I don't live the same way as I did when I was a human,” Magnus explained. “It’s my way of appreciating your beauty.”
“And kicking you in the nuts is my way of telling you I’m not interested,” she said through clenched teeth.
“I like her, Clague. She’s fiery.”
Finn rolled his eyes again. “She doesn’t need a cursed former human breathing down her neck, Magnus.”
"I thought monsters were born?" she asked, curious, because there was still a lot of mystery about monsters since they came out a few years ago during the Great Revelation.
"Not ghouls, sadly. We were cursed,” Magnus stated.
“We?” she asked, wondering if there was a missus ghoul.
“Me and my twin brother Sven, a thousand years ago, by a wicked sea witch who didn't like two Viking way finders getting stranded here. We became ghouls, though we don't eat the flesh of the dead as is told about our kind. We're just kind of cursed to live forever until true love breaks our immortality curse."
"True love?" Margaid asked.
"Yeah, just like fucking Cinderella," Finn groused.
Magnus rolled his eyes. “Wrong fairytale, my long-faced friend.”
Finn let out a huff. "I think Magnus needs to be on his way."
"Indeed. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Dr. Davis. I hope I'll see you around. When Sven and I get our Dead and Breakfast up and running, you'll have to stop by for a lunch. Room with a Tomb will bethedestination place soon, we’re still unsure about the name, so you can refer to it as both.” Magnus waved and then turned back to his free-floating form and drifted away.
"Dead and Breakfast?" she asked, curious. It sounded fun.
"Yes. It's an old funeral home. He and Sven bought it. It was a massive Victorian mansion, but it's no longer a funeral home, and they're renovating it to be a bed-and-breakfast, but also serve lunch and host events,” Finn explained.
"It doesn't sound appetizing, having a meal at a Dead and Breakfast with a ghoul, but I’m intrigued.”
Finn didn't respond. "You have everything you need? Because once we're on the water, I won't be turning back."
"I have everything." Margaid picked up her large duffel bag.
"Well, come on then. We're burning daylight." He marched up the gangplank.
Margaid hefted the duffel over her shoulder and followed him up, set the equipment down and then turned to get the rest.
"Where are you going?"
"To get the rest of my equipment. I need to make a couple of trips; I don't have multiple arms."
Finn rolled his eyes. "I'll help."
He stormed down to the dock where the remaining box was and picked it up, grumbling some kind of language she didn't quite understand under his breath.
"I didn't ask for your help," Margaid stated. "I appreciate it all the same."
Then she smiled at him, just to annoy the shit out of him further.
Finn set the box down. "I wanted to quicken this process up. I have a business to run as well and it's now five past twelve. We're late."
"As I said, I do appreciate the help, but I also wasn't the one engaged in a conversation with a pal. You wanted to leave precisely at noon and I was here before that."
