Earl J. is still grazing when the heavy scent of perfume forces it's way up his nose. He looks around to look straight into the eyes of a, what humans would call, outstandingly beautiful face.

"O, hello Xochiquetzal, I didn't see you coming. Have you been standing there long?"

The fair goddess tells him she wants to help with the construction of the new temple, but my o my, Earl doesn't understand these humans, why would they let the goddess of love, slave over a stinking, dusty and rough building site? And how come she doesn't realise herself that all she needs to do is be here and that she doesn't have to work at all.

Maybe this goddess has fallen under some kind of spell or had a nasty conflict with one of her fellow gods, who has made her believe she needed to do this work.

Earl J. looks at her again. "You are very kind", he says "to want to help me out with this pile of rubble."