Anonymous Guest asked: Providing adequate enrichment to keep your Mad Scientist from building a death ray.
My wife was muttering in the lab again. I snuck in to listen, knowing if she caught me I could just use the fact it was nearly time for my lightning recharge to vivify my body as a cover. She was working on something involving geists again, and it looked like something that would redirect lightning.
I sighed, another death ray? I couldn’t keep her mind off them I swear. I knocked on the door. “Darling?”
She stiffened and hid the designs. “Yes my moonlight?” She turned to me, grinning broad as of to hide what was she up to.
“I… have been thinking.” I knew if I pressed about the ray, she’d be upset.
“About what my bride?” She touched my cold cheek with that gloved left hand, the outline of the wedding ring apparent to me.
“I’ve been wanting a daughter.” It was true, but she avoided the conversation as a revivified woman and her mad scientist wife would run into troubles with adoption.
“Darling who would take us seriously in ou-“
“I want you to make us a daughter you fool.” I protested, feeling a weak blush form on my cheeks.
She blinked, and grinned broad. “I’ll get the shovel.”
I exhaled, knowing this project would keep us both happy and busy.