Rylie took all this in silently, staring at the letters that spelled Pandora's box.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Great. I'm descended from a colossal idiot that couldn't keep her hands out of a cursed box. Am I supposed to be happy about that?</span><br/><br/>She sighed and took the box and the sword from Death's bony hands before he and his shadowy horse vanished. Her golden eyes snapped back to Kratos as he suggested sparring.<br/><br/>"Food."<br/>The older demon's stomach seemed to agree.<br/><br/>Emily's newly sharp ears caught most of the conversation, and she blanched as Kratos suggested dragonskin tamales for lunch, "What?! Oh, I see; you're just keeping me around for my premium foodstuffs," she pouted at him, even as he explained that she could shed her skin. Then she thought about it for a moment and a truly strange expression that crossed amused and disgusted clouded her features, "The shedding thing's just in dragon form right? I don't want to be grocery shopping and leaving a trail of Emily flakes through the store."<br/><br/>"That's a legitimately nasty thought," Rylie agreed as she crossed the courtyard and headed to the kitchen with her companions.<br/>"I know! So what are you gonna do with the box of doom?" Emily asked, settling her magenta eyes on the artifact in question.<br/><br/>"Nothing," Rylie answered quickly, "I'll hide it away, and make sure no one can ever get to it. We shouldn't speak of its existence either; this world's got enough shit to deal with without some dimwit opening my great-great-great grandma's jewelry box of horrors."<br/><br/>"I think you missed a few greats in there, Ry."<br/>"If I said them all, we'd never get to lunch. And I'm hungry."