"Andy hasn't been worshiped for centuries so I think we're past the cult stage." He scratched underneath his chin. "We're more a, uh, commune. Full of very deadly and impossible to kill people but unless we're working we keep it peaceful."

Occasionally, they got a little rough sparring with each other but they hadn't really done that this vacation. They drank, they cuddled, and they ate together. It was more downtime than they'd taken in years.

"You can ask stuff too. Not the why and how but about us, this place, the things we've done. We'll talk if you want that." Booker wasn't sure if he did or didn't. His past was a mix of painful and beautiful. If it helped her relax, well, there were some things he could mention.