Dude, you could almost give Coronabeth Tridentarius a run for her money with all that golden hair.

[And Coronabeth Tridentarius truly was a sight to behold. The one true highlight of that whole fateful catastrophe at Canaan House. It's not a thought she lingers on - tempting as it is - because what he's saying is pretty fucking funny, and she laughs around her mouthful of cake.]

I bet she fucking hates it. Those beautiful bones, forever out of reach!! Seriously though, don't go telling her that you're dead. It's bad enough that you hang around a graveyard and wanna lie in a coffin. She's already got the hots for one corpse, my poor fragile heart couldn't take it if she blew me off for another one.

[And the circling back will come, but she figures there's always time for corpse jokes first.]