"If you're not going to appreciate true art at work," he mumbles grouchily, putting and arm around her shoulder and pulling her close, "maybe you can tell me instead what you've been up too, hm? Meet anyone of interest? Make any good friends?" He gave her a squeeze. "Don't hold out on me. There must be something."

Nearby, the zombie elephants stomped closer. He did have a plan for them, he just hadn't... fully decided what that was yet. Maybe Megara could "accidentally" spawn some ideas.