"I like him," she said quietly, almost to herself. "Even if I'll never get to hug him, I like him. But we don't need to tell him."
Lottie was, of course, referring to Enlil. There was no way that she'd never had the chance to hug Thoth. She hugged the stuffing out of him every chance she got, and he reciprocated in his own Thoth-y way. Truthfully, Philotes had never quite figured out what the Egyptian got out of their friendship, but she was pleased that he found it gratifying nonetheless. She did love to please people.
"It had to be terribly confusing for poor Kray," she mused a bit louder. "There you were, dumping out beer, which had to have broken his heart. But you brought new beer, so obviously you had to be his new best friend. And you were all veiled and..." She broke off as she considered something of Sumerian dress-codes. "Uh, Kasi? Just exactly when was this that you met him? It wasn't during that time when the dress fronts were, uh, sort of, y'know..."