Seymour hugged Sariel’s neck to press a sweet kiss to his lips.
Sariel’s wings fluttered, and he held Seymour close.
“Yup, definitely miss that,” Seymour murmured.
“What?”
“Kissin’ you.” Seymour cupped Sariel’s cheek. “Hard to make out when you’re a giant beautiful blob of angel.”
“Ah.” Sariel tilted his head. “Perhaps I can attempt to manifest a mouth.”
“That is only the second weirdest thing I’ve heard you say today.”
Sariel chuckled. “I am not sure if that means I should try being less or more weird.”
“Just be you, Daddy. That’s good enough for me.” Seymour kissed him once more, trying to resist letting it get too heated. “Mmm, we should go check in and see if Day’s come back for her ten million steaks or whatever.”
“Of course.”
Arm in arm, they headed back to the table, and Sariel’s smile was unusually smug.
Good.
Sariel deserved to feel confident about himself—especially after that epic pounding.
Day was just hopping back into her seat when they arrived, and she waved excitedly. “You won’t believe what I found!”
“Uh, a flying pony that poops out a rainbow of money every time it sneezes?” Seymour suggested as he sat.
“No!”
“What about a dinosaur that plays the harmonica?”
Sariel grinned, taking his chair on the other side. “Perhaps a sphinx who does not enjoy riddles?” Hegiggled. “Can youimagine?”
Seymour snorted out a laugh. “Nope. Sure can’t.”
Day rolled her eyes. “No!” She reached into the folds of her kimono to reveal a clear crystal. It resembled a chunk of raw quartz roughly the size of a baseball, but it was glowing softly. There was also a small white object inside of it.
“What the fuck is that?” Seymour squinted. “A piece of seashell? A broken vase?”
“It appears quite old.” Sariel frowned slightly. “Where did you find it?”
“Under the stage!” Day purred happily. “It was hidden behind a magical shield, but I could see right through it! It seemed very suspicious.” She wiggled the crystal, and it glowed brighter. “Whoever placed it there clearly did not want anyone to find it.”
“Huh. Okay. And you did how?”
“The magic used to hide it only keeps creatures rooted to this plane of existence at bay.”
“Translation?”
“I’m a ghost, silly. I’m not rooted to this plane.”
“Right.” Seymour gave the crystal another long look. “So, suspicious magical doodad that was hidden very well?—”
“Except for ghosts!” Day chimed in with a cheerful grin.
“Yeah, but…” Seymour scratched at his stubble. “What is it?”
