Parry paused drinking the carton of Tropicana, catching Rikive awake and in the kitchen doorway. The demigoddess looked healthy, whole, and not a bit pale. Hungover? Oh, fuck yes. But still alive which was all that mattered.

"Good morning my lovely snowflake," Parry said, putting the orange juice carton down. He slid to the side, closing the blinds for the kitchen windows as he spoke. "You did in fact fight someone. A few people, actually. A human at my party. A few more humans at Soho, though that was an arm-wrestling competition. You beat four lesbians and a dozen bears before getting bored. That was after car bomb number two."

The blinds closed, Parry turned around, finally giving Rikive a good glance at him through the now shaded kitchen. Parry Magnus had exchanged the sailor fuku from the evening before for a bizarre black skirted uniform. The Celestial's front was covered by an enormous ruffled apron, all frills and lace, spotted with specks of grease from the bacon in the frying pan. 

Every now and then Parry liked to shock his overnight company in the morning to see if they'd stick around after. He considered the French Maid uniform to be going easy on Rikive. In fact, he'd left the feather duster upstairs in his bedroom.

"Winterthorn was drawn, I'm afraid." The bacon popped and fizzled, nearly done, and the celestial gave it a few more prods as he spoke to ensure a thorough job. "A soulless bit you last night after our final stop. I was going to wrap the arm but it was closed up by the time you hacked off half its skull. I disinfected it for good measure when we got back but you should be fine. Ah, listen, I was wondering if I could get your help with something today? I have to work most of the day and might need your help keeping things in order downstairs..."

Parry slid the bacon into a bowl of steaming hot scrambled eggs, fluffed with milk and butter, and popped out a couple of aspirin for Rikive from the medicine cabinet before sliding into his own seat and offering up the items as a potential bribe-slash-peace-offering.

"I mean. It shouldn't be all that bad for you. Just a few dogs to watch."