‘You know how much I adore that altar, right?’ She wove her arms around his shoulders, leaning in to give him a brief, chaste kiss. ‘Right in the garden. Just the perfect space. You sure know how to treat a Goddess.’

He lent down slightly and returned the brief kiss and smiled. “The right place for an Alter is in the garden where the stray cats can climb all over it and leave their mark upon it.” He told her, most of the stay cats would just sit and smooch on it.