She grabbed the roll with a laugh and rolled her eyes. Oh boy, strippers. Not that Ninkasi didn't have a hunch but still. This was going to get rowdy and obnoxious... and probably wildly inappropriate fast, wasn't it? That was until her aunt asked her question...
At which point, Ninkasi had to pause for a moment and actually think about it. The fact that she stopped to think about it was far more consideration than she ever would have given it before, so in that alone she was quite proud of herself, but she was trying to recall if anything had come up to indicate that any part of this would really upset Kratos. It wasn't like she had a chance to tell him where she was going and what the plan was. Nor was this something talked about specifically because when would Ereshkigal hauling her off to a male strip club come up in a list of hypothetical bothersome situations.
Actually, for now, as long as she didn't go much beyond the bills she was going to just risk the err and say she was fine. But was Reshi alright?
“Why would they?” She asked, and tucked the roll into her clutch. “But, the better question is... is Nergal going to get his knickers in a twist over this if he finds out where we are? The S.Q. Of the dancers goes down dramatically when they start screaming like little girls because your husband showed up in a jealous rage, guns ablazin'.”