A/N: Please leave suggestions and whether or not you like this. If no one likes this, I won't continue it as there would be no point. But I am planning on this having multiple chapters and maybe small little tiny mini arcs almost. The updates will be slow for now because 1)I'm still pretty bad at writing in my opinion 2)I'm not sure where I'm going with this. I have a faint idea but I'm really writing as I go 3)I have very little motivation. so plz motivate me if you want to see more. Please don't be mean but I appreciate your opinion. Thank you.

The trill of his phone interrupted Keats from his magazine article. Giving a grunt of displeasure at being disturbed he reached over his piles of papers scattered about his desk he gripped the handle and brought the receiver to his ear. "Unknown Realms, Keats speaking. And who may I ask is this?" he introduced tiredly into the receiver scratching the side of his head.

"Hey Keats, it's Ellen. I wanted to ask you for a favor." A small feminine voice answered from the other side of the line.

"Ellen. Last time I did a favor for you it turned out to be more than I bargained for and I have actual work to do. Not that you don't regularly interrupt me anyway." The last time Ellen asked him to do something for her it involved an unplanned incarceration of them both, an escape with the aid of Belgae and a Malion, and ended with an emergency grocery run for a certain box of teabags that was the original mission in the first place. It was one of his least and most favorite memories.

"You're still hung up on that? I thought we had moved on," Ellen's voice floated through exasperated.

"Why yes Ellen. I do still hold that against you. Did you really think I would forget those dungeons? They were horrid and it was your fault I had to be in a cell at all. If anything I should be asking you for a favor because you owe me big." Keats scowled.

"My goodness Keats! Honestly I just wanted you to do some housesitting for me and I would have paid you but now I see I'll have to find help elsewhere." Ellen's voice rang through snappily. There was silence for a while before Ellen continued sullenly,"…Except I've already looked about and no one seems able to do it who fits my criteria."

Curious Keats pressed, "Criteria? And what would this 'criteria' of yours consist of?"

Ellen paused, setting him on edge. 'This can't be a good sign,' he thought dryly. 'Although most things pertaining to Ellen tend to end in me receiving the short end of the stick.'

"Well… I kind of need someone who knows about and is comfortable with things concerning the Netherworld." She paused hesitantly. "I have a pet… and it's a baby Treant. She is a cutie-pie and her name is Willow. I only need-"

"Stop. Right. There." Keats ground out. "You mean to tell me, that not only have you adopted a folk but that you have brought it into the living realm? What were you thinking? What do you even feed it?"

Ellen hurriedly explained, "I didn't mean to! She just followed me out and I didn't notice until it was too late. I wasn't sure what to feed Willow at first but I've figured it out. Just water her with about one and a half gallons of water a day and feed her half a cup of fertilizer in the morning and evening. See? It's not that hard and you know half of what I would have told you for housesitting for me."

Sighing heavily, Keats pushed back in his chair running his hand through his disheveled hair. It doesn't sound that bad. It seems pretty straight forward actually. Watch the tree puppy… thing, bring in the mail, record who called while she was gone. Plus it had the added bonus of free living quarters while she was gone. The 'favor' she asked for last time seemed pretty great too. Until I ended up in a cell.

While Keats was having this internal debate Ellen had babbled on trying to convince him. "-and you can use my tea packets, although I might be running low. Scratch that, just please. I need your help. It's only for little-"

Against his better judgment Keats relented with a defeated sigh, "Fine." The line was silent for several long and worrying moments. "Ellen? You still there?"

Stunned, her voice came back over the line, "oh, uh, yeah. Just… surprised I guess. I had an entire speech ready to try to convince you and I only got through the first few lines before you agreed. I just thought it would be harder considering last time I asked for a favor."

"You're paying me to do this right?" Keats asked looking for confirmation.

Giggling slightly Ellen answered, "Yes Keats, I'm paying you. Want to meet up in the pub this Tuesday at noon? That way we can talk about the details over lunch. Then I can take you to my house to show you where everything is and you can meet Willow. Does that date work for you? I can always change it; I'm pretty flexible with my schedule."

"No, Tuesday at noon is fine. See you then." And with that Keats hung up without waiting for Ellen to say goodbye.

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