Phovos yawned as she reached over to grab the television remote, lowering the volume for the show that had just finished.
“That was good, I enjoyed that…” Retvik was also yawning. It was quite late, late enough for the artificial lights to dim themselves. “I thought a question show where you get penalized for the obvious answer was going to be tedious, but I will admit I was wrong.”
“Yep. And the great thing is, there’s tons more where that came from!” Phovos played with the remote controller. “So… you want to watch another one?”
“Might as well,” Retvik shrugged. “We have some time off, I might as well use it to sit and watch television shows with you.”
“Good!” Phovos smiled, now flicking between channels. “Just want to see when my other favourite show starts.”
“Is that the one with the master and the tasks?”
“Yeah, it’s called Taskmaster.”
Retvik snorted, amused by how he’d somehow completely forgotten. “I like that one. I doubt I would be a good player, but the taskmaster job would suit me.”
“Oh definitely. You are a large, powerful yet gentle Rethan, would be a great job for you.” Phovos sat forward, turning her attention back to Retvik. “Is there really nothing interesting on Rethan television?”
“No, not at all. We have exercise channels, military updates, gladiator challenges and adverts for upgrading for our gunstaffs. We really are a boring race.”
“That’s so weird. I thought that, having once been an enslaved species, that you’d have a bit more… culture…”
“Honestly, we were designed and bred to be a military species. The Skyans never really taught us anything else. So we all only really care about military things. Even with thousands of years between us, that military culture has roots in every single Rethan’s head.”
Phovos frowned, then went back to flipping between channels. “That’s honestly just sad.”
“It is sad, but at least we are mostly agreeable with each other. It is only the elite who have any real sense of culture, and even then, we are still humble and boring.”
“I don’t think you’re boring.”
“I am the exception, Phovos,” Retvik explained. “The whole Rethianos bloodline is the exception. And frankly, with Relkay and Revan both free to do what they want, no one knows or really cares about where our bloodline goes.”
Phovos frowned, then shrugged, then turned her attention back to the television. “You care about the bloodline?”
“Somewhat.”
“Aren’t your brother’s kids free to do what they want now?”
Retvik nodded. “They are. Where our blood goes from here onwards, I have no idea.”
“I’m sure they’ll settle down and have kids or whatever, same way your brother did.”
“Most likely, yes.” Retvik yawned, then put an arm around Phovos. “Forgive me, I am being boring.”
“You aren’t being boring!” Phovos smiled. “You are allowed to rant if you want.”
“I know, dear, but I still do not want to bore you.”
“You’re not boring!”
“If you say so.”
Phovosm tutted. “You’re fascinating and the result of hundreds of years of special breeding. All on top of being an adventurer and now a deity… OH!” Phovos suddenly changed the topic. “There is a new episode of Taskmaster!”
“Ooh!” Retvik immediately lightened up. “Can we watch that?”
“Yep!” Phovos beamed, switching the television to the right channel, before snuggling up next to Retvik. “I love this show.”
“Me too,” Retvik smiled. “Me too…”