Hagetaka put up the last of the spices and ingredients left out and decided to mop the floor. To think, a shinigami reduced to household chores. She remembered the time when her days were filled with shinigami gossip, and her night with reaping souls. Now her only source of gossip were her goblins, who were not very good at relaying information, being easily distracted. The little death god sat her bucket down, mopping the floor slowly, one good thing about having three maids with no need to sleep, she thought, was that there was rarely a chore that was forgotten or that there wasn't time for. After mopping the same 4 foot area for a few minutes, Taka shook the introspective out of her head so she could actually do this competently.