"How many wives do you have?" Ilsa asked him, wondering if this subject was about to get really weird. (If it wasn't already really weird.)
"You said before that other gods are distracted by their egos... does that mean you spend time with them? Are all those jokes about 'Buddha, Jesus, and Zeus walk into a bar' actually true stories instead now?" The idea amused her and she smiled, taking another bite of her food. "Or do all of you sort of keep to your own kind, a... religious segregation, if you will?"
He was fascinating to watch and listen to and each time he spoke Ilsa was completely focused on him. How many could say they'd had the chance to exchange their thoughts with a god at their kitchen table?
"I've always considered trying yoga," Ilsa admitted, "but I've never gotten around to it. I suppose I felt like I never stayed in one place long enough to really learn from anyone. Maybe I should change that now. Who in the city would you recommend I get to teach me?"
He made his Ghostbusters reference and Ilsa smiled brightly. "Do all avatars of the divine make movie references?"