If Garrot was a magical, planet-destroying monster, he would want to die after getting his ass kicked thirty-nine times, too. For someone who threatens to destroy the world, she doesn't seem to want to be here. It makes him very uncomfortable, but that's hiding beneath the grumbly frustration.

"So what happened in the first year?" He just stares at her. "What should have ended?" Garrot hopes she hates this time of year as much as he does, even though they'd have common ground. Gross.