"Why am I doing this, Espresso?" Verheim asked, glancing at his new cloak she had hoof-sewn herself to his likeness, while in the middle of the graveyard she had selected to help him understand kindness. "Because, kindness is better than fighting your way to victory, and--it will help the Spring Festival out more than you'll ever know." Espresso answered back, stepping away from Verheim as she watched him fiddle with his new cloak before he looked back at her. A solid moment passed as Espresso watched her husband, fiddling with minutiae details like wrinkles spread around his back, so focused and determined that a single sweat beaded down his brow and down onto the ground. And she watched him fiddle away in admiration, admiration for her husband. "Don't get distracted, mare, we have work to do. It's best we get to it now before anyone else does." Verheim glared at his wife, putting his hoof back onto the ground as he started walking away to the first gravestone of the new day, looking at all the five written names on the thick, gravestone, depictions of a family together. He looked. Espresso herself walked over to a gravestone after her husband's words, he had become a little soft in her eyes and she had noticed the Major difference from his old personality to a new one, but he is still as evil as ever. Even if he softened his harsh approach to her. As Verheim focused on the writing to narrow down which century it came from, a little whisper came and gone-- "Pssst." --In his ear that he flicked and stood up to see who had done the dirty trick. "Who thou art goes there?!" He exclaimed, rearing up on his back legs and pounding his front legs into the ground, startling Espresso from having a tea party with a spirit herself. Verheim, now confused beyond belief, looked at his wife like she was doing something against the rules; having a tea party without him, usually she drags him into those silly dumb moments that embarrass and humiliate him more than she'd ever known. "WHY ARE YOU TEA-PARTYING WITHOUT ME?!" Verheim rushed over to his wife, ruffling up her mane and shaking her 'til her eyes started spinning in circles, then he let go and apologized quietly to her before sitting down next to her. "Never have a tea-party without the King of the East there." He roughly stated, half-joking his words to Espresso but the rest remained sanctioned: He meant it. Espresso sighed before giggling, nuzzling Verheim's neck and pecking his ear before using her magic to pick up her cup and nod to the spirit, who had done the same in their quiet to not interrupt the King and Queen at work, but the spirit had a fun few minutes when Verheim was being silly about the tea-party fret he threw at his wife. "Sometimes, I wonder if you're even a king when you talk to me." Espresso looked at her husband with a smirk, her eyebrows knitting close together, Verheim only huffed into his cup and looked away from his wife's cheeky and mischievous stare into his soul. "Sometimes, I wonder why I sit at these stupid parties and drink *wine* when I could drink Ambrosia instead." Verheim chuffed at his wife, throwing his iconic drink he doesn't have with him and instead has to have the grape wine he's having right now with his wife and the spirit at this unique tea party. He doesn't like it but he doesn't complain either. "Just sit your rump down and DRINK. Unless you'd like to help with the one that's currently haunting you?" Espresso pointed a hoof at the spirit that's floating above Verheim and watching him, the stallion shivers from being watched all throughout this conversation and party. "Why don't you sit down and drink?" Verheim mimicked his wife, taking sips of the tea and studying the spirit his wife had set up for that one undead horse, he sighs before pulling out a scroll from his magic portal he had created to grab it in the first place. "I hope you'll have a wonderful afterlife, a sincere process, and a hope for the eternal flame to suck you up thine graces you've done in your life, and thus: Conjure up a lifetime of memories to remember for the next 5,000 years ahead of your peaceful slumber." Verheim looked up after the reciting the scroll's ancient words of peace and offering it to the spirit: There was no one there, only the left behind cup and saucer of the spirit's tea party, he looked down around before looking back at the gravestone and there it was; a happy gravestone. "I-I did it? I secured the spirit's final wishes and brought them to a peaceful slumber?" He whispered to himself, looking at his wife for conformation and she wandered over to Verheim, bending her neck down to inspect the gravestone. She looked back up at him and nodded in confirmation: The spirit only wanted their last tea party, and Verheim had done it. "My helpful, snuggly-buggly, of a king." Espresso grasped onto Verheim, nuzzling up against his body with her own as she smiled at him, and he only rolled his eyes and huffed before looking back at the gravestone and showing a tiny smile: Kindness.