“Lunch?” Sphix repeated. She would have been irritated for Ellie revealing her name like that, but the prospect of food was sufficiently distracting. “Lunch sounds delicious. Much more interesting than some pesky rodent. And I don’t care whether anyone catches him or not, there are plenty of other ones back in the cellar. I have better things to do than spend time with them. Unlike some.” She was quiet for a while, leaned against the wall. When Ellie had left, she added: “But I guess you have little else to do, Loki. So I wonder… If you really are as bored as you claim to be, why don’t you just go somewhere else? Or better yet, die already?”