Chapter 17: [15] The Goddess Wears Black
Calypso's face lit up like she'd gotten a limited pool. "Really? You're not mad?"
"I didn't say that." Xavier moved around her, grabbing eggs and a fresh pan. "But getting mad at you seems about as useful as getting mad at a hurricane."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"It wasn't one."
"Still taking it." She hopped onto a barstool at the kitchen island, watching him cook with unabashed curiosity. "You're very good at this."
Xavier cracked eggs one-handed into a bowl. "Survival skill. Can't depend on room service when you're hiding from people who want to kill you."
"That happened often?"
"Often enough." He whisked the eggs. "What's our story?"
"Story?"
"For school."
"Oh!" Calypso tapped her chin. "I thought we'd go with the truth. You died, I reincarnated you, we're bound together by divine magic until we close the primordial gates. Hopefully."