[Halls]
So... you need to find a deity with domains close enough to Death that they can easily take on Carrie's responsibilities? The foxgirl's eyes widen as she thinks of the Deathliest deity she knows. Or maybe she just heard the sounds from the kitchen.
[Kitchen Ground Zero]
The kitchen is ruined. Cupboard doors hang crazily from broken hinges. Shattered glass and fine china litter the floor like postmodern snow. The table is cleaved perfectly in half. All chair legs are cut seven inches shorter. The refrigerator has been hurled through the dishwasher and the automatic can opener is jamming the garbage disposal. Sparks arc between all the silverware thrown into the microwave. Jars of tomato based sauce cover the walls like an Italian bloodbath. The coffeemaker does not go gentle into that good night. The pizza is badly burned, still in the box, and the oven is now embedded in the ceiling. All of this is done before Caelynn finishes her sentence.
I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you right. Did you say you got knocked up by Reinholdt?