Nora was monologuing/pretending out loud while she drew various fantasy creatures at her art table, and although I was mostly tuned out I heard her say something about the DEATH BRINGER.
Me: The DEATH BRINGER? Who’s that?
Nora: A monster. He BRINGS DEATH.
Me: Usually he brings death. But this time he brought his homemade potato salad!
Nora: NO! He brings DEATH!
Me: He brought the DVDs he borrowed last time!
Nora: He brings DEATH.
Me: He brought flowers from his garden!
Nora: Will you stop? The DEATH BRINGER brings only DEATH.
Me: I’m going to call him real quick and see if he’ll bring dessert instead. We’ve got plenty of death.
Nora: [decides to just ignore me]