Bes looked at the book and laughed. He had no idea where the connection between Plato and the platypus might be, but it certainly looked like the type of book Thoth would enjoy. "Let me know if it answers the age old question of why a raven is like a writing desk." Personally, Bes always thought it had something to do with feathers and quills, but he wasn't sure there was an actual answer.

"Pity I missed Seshat," he said as he took a drink of the scotch. While not his usual choice, Thoth could be counted on to only stock the very best. At least he hadn't offered him tea. That would have been terribly dull and Bes was never really a fan. "I haven't seen her in ages." The fact that she was the giver of the book was hardly a surprise. Only one he knew liked books and writing almost as much as the old ibis.

"Yeah, I noticed it's a bit wet out there. Plumb forgot about the Olympics, though." Usually Bes was all about sipping scotch and participating in small talk, but today he wanted to get down to business.

"Listen, I'm afraid this isn't my usual social call. I actually was hoping you might have some info on a fella I met." Bes looked at Thoth expectantly, then at his amazing volume of books. "You got anything 'round here can tell me about the Norse? Specifically, dude by the name o' Loki?"