By the time the museum was closing for the day and people were leaving, La Muerte was exhausted. She had been on her feet, giving tours, all day long, and she was tired. Sure, she was a god, but even gods have their limits, and La Muerte had just about reached hers. All she felt like doing now was to go back home to their apartment, but she couldn't quite yet.

No, She had to check in on the Book of Life to make sure it was still safe. There was no reason why the book wouldn't be safe where it was, but still, better to be safe than sorry. So after she was sure that everyone was gone, she made her way outside and revealed the hidden entrance. Once inside, she stopped for a moment to make sure to close the entrance again, before making her way to the room that held the Book of LIfe.

Once there, it was obvious that the Book of Life was still there, safe as it always was. Now that she knew it was secure, she could technically go home, and she would, except for the fact that her feet were killing her and she really needed to sit down. She grabbed one of the chairs that were just lying around and sat down, glad for probably the first time that Xibalba was so insistent on just keeping random chairs in there, just because he did most of the guarding of the book of life, and didn't see the need to stand up the entire time.

Just when she was starting to get comfortable, she heard footsteps coming down the hall. She tensed, wondering if there was a thief, or something similar to that. She only relaxed again when she saw who it was, a very familiar looking security guard. He swiftly transformed back into his normal godly self as he made his way to join her.

"Well, someone's here late." Xibalba said. "I thought you got off work hours ago."

"I did." La Muerte responded as she too turned back into her normal form. "I took an extra shift today."

"So I noticed." Xibalba said. "But may I inquire as to why?"

"It was a favor for Kierra, so she could go out with Albert." La Muerte said. Xibalba narrowed his eyes.

"Their little date wouldn't have anything to do with it being Valentine's day this week, now would it?" Xibalba asked.

"As a matter of fact, it was." La Muerte said. Xibalba rolled his eyes. "Don't you roll your eyes at me, it was a romantic gesture." She said harshly, making Xibalba freeze and look at her cautiously. La Muerte easily got mad, and sometimes Xibalba enjoyed toying with her, he enjoyed making the kind-hearted goddess of death blow her fuse, if he did it on purpose. If she was mad at him, and he didn't mean to make her mad, that's when he got worried.

"Yes, a romantic gesture that gives you sore feet." Xibalba muttered under his breath. He sighed and got another chair, which he put in front of La Muerte. "Put your feet up and take your shoes off." He said.

"Why?" La Muerte asked curiously, wondering what XIbalba was planning, because he always seemed to be planning something.

"Just do it." Xibalba insisted. La Muerte didn't see what harm could come from it, so she did what he said. When her bare feet were on the chair, Xibalba knelt down and slowly began massaging her feet. La Muerte almost immediately relaxed to his touch. It was surprising how such a coarse person could be so gentle at times like these.

La Muerte wasn't sure how long Xibalba had massaged her feet, it could have been for a few minutes, or hours. Regardless of how long it was for though, the massage had really done the trick. Her feet felt wonderful now. Xibalba had really known what he was doing.

"Does that feel better, mi amor?" Xibalba offered his hand to La Muerte.

"Yes, Balby, much better. Thank you." La Muerte took the offered hand and stood up. She smiled sweetly and kissed Xibalba's cheek to show her appreciation. Just that small kiss was enough to make Xibalba melt, longing for more of her touch. When he was like this, La Muerte could get him to do almost anything she wanted...and that gave her an idea.

"Balby, may I ask one small, little, favor of you?" La Muerte asked, as kindly and sweetly as she could. As she expected, Xibalba seemed to fawn over her even more.

"Anything." Xibalba said. "What is it you want?" La Muerte smiled and brought her hands to his face, and looked him in the eyes.

"I want to celebrate Valentine's Day this year." La Muerte said, getting right to the point. She really didn't see any reason for beating around the bush. Xibalba didn't seem to like her request. He pulled away from her and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he believed he had misheard her.

"You want to what?" Xibalba asked in disbelief.

"I want to celebrate Valentine's Day this year." La Muerte repeated as she took a step closer to her husband. He responded by taking another step away from her.

"Please tell me that this sudden interest in the holiday isn't because of your friend, Karen." Xibalba asked coldly.

"Her name is Kierra!" La Muerte snapped, causing Xibalba to flinch slightly, "And so what if it was? What Albert did for her was sweet, and romantic, and they both looked so happy."

"And who's to say that that happiness will last?" Xibalba said. "The two of them are no different from the rest of humankind, and will soon get over this love-sickness."

"You make it sound as if you think that love is a bad thing." La Muerte said with a questioning eyebrow. "Xibalba, it's just one day, one date, just the two of us. Surely you can't object to that."

"I can if the day is Valentine's day." Xibalba remarked. Now La Muerte was beginning to get frustrated. Why was he being so stubborn about this?

"You know, you are beginning to show more attention to this holiday by trying to avoid it than many mortals do trying to celebrate it." La Muerte said, her voice no longer sweet and playful. Xibalba's eyes grew cold and he straightened so he stood at full height.

"Be that as it may, my mind is not going to change." Xibalba said. He began to walk away from her, showing that he believed the conversation was over. La Muerte, though, was not going to have it.

"Xibalba, we wouldn't even have to do something big." La Muerte said to his retreating back, wondering to herself why she was so insistent on celebrating the holiday. "Just something, anything."

"I said no!" Xibalba shouted harshly. He was once again facing La Muerte, his wings bristled and the flames of his candles that sat on his shoulders flared. La Muerte was frozen for a moment. Not exactly of fear, but more like shock. Xibalba was an intimidating god at times, but he rarely raised his voice, especially not at her.

"I am not, and will never, succumb to the traps of Valentine's Day." Xibalba said in a voice that was nearly a whisper, though no less firm. "If you wish to, be my guest, but I won't."

"Valentine's Day isn't meant to be celebrated alone." La Muerte pointed out. Xibalba's smirk, as if he'd won their argument, infuriated La Muerte. He hadn't won anything, and she would show him that. "So I suppose I'm going to have to find someone else to celebrate with."

La Muerte turned into a flurry of Marigold petals that flew off, leaving a very shocked, confused, and somewhat horrified Xibalba behind.