She didn't have time to comment because their drink orders were being taken by someone that where the odds of him being a raging homosexual not overwhelmingly high, normally would have been right up her ally. Well, perhaps would have been. But when it came to the sorts of men who chose to staff these venues they, in her experience, leaned heavier toward the preferring-men end of the spectrum. Those that didn't got pawed upon and given so many phone numbers they risked carrying more strains of venereal disease than the CDC had records of existing. But, more importantly, Ninkasi just wasn't interested.
She wasn't drinking beer tonight. Mostly because whatever they had was going to make her gag and while she could easily remedy that the second her hand touched it, that was just too easy. Instead she was doing tequila mixers. Somehow... she had a feeling this night was going to require tequila.
“Trust, yes...” she said, continuing once the muscly, probably gayer than a sealed-tent-full-of-people-doing-nitrous-caps, waiter with a touch too much product in his hair had moved along.
Ninkasi looked at her aunt rather levelly, “but you and Nergal are rather the exception to the rule. There are far more notable cases based on jealousy, bitterness and... an idea of possession. Though,” she exhaled and shrugged. “Thankfully that is far less prevalent with our kin than it is if we look to other pantheons...” Egypt was mostly fine -Set and Nephthys excluded, but pretty much the whole of Europe's pantheons were a hot mess.
If Reshi had a point... hopefully she'd get to it soon. Tip-toeing around things wasn't generally her way.