"Well, it'd be a warm bed, but at what cost?" Theo sighed and kept peeling and chopping. He hummed a little as he worked, occasionally singing a word or two under his breath: "Be true ... morning ..."
Saiden's question brought out a cheeky grin. "So they tell me, though I prefer the version of the story where I'm secretly a god cast down into human flesh, my true nature unknown even to me, sentenced to learn humility through mortal toil."
can't say good morning without lying twice