“Finally! I’ve been wanting some Olive Garden for weeks. How’re you feeling, Bezzy?”

“Pretty good…” she looked at the young zombie nymph sitting next to her. Dante smiled softly. 

“Aaaand what about you, scoundrel?”

Zombiewings took a sip of her drink. “…I’ll take it.” he gave a supportive grin and nod, patting her on the head before focusing on his slice of lasagna. 

Undead Bez took another bite of her spaghetti. She could barely recall eating at a restaurant like this.

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