"Nope. I'm the cool one. The rest are all boring." It wasn't at all true, but Krishna'd had enough of being serious. "Jade'll corroborate. And I have eight wives," he tacked on plainly, as if it were common practice to have so many spouses. "There were the gopikas, too, if you're counting spiritual marriage. That would bump the number up considerably, but it's technically just the eight."
He liked that Ilsa was so curious. A good majority of the city was just so bored with everything. It was nice to be around people that were talkative and actually interested in life and the world around them. "We all run into each other eventually, like you'd see your neighbors. I visit with Datura regularly, who's part of the drugs family. So, no, I don't see a segregation."
Pulling his fingers through his hair, Krishna leaned back in his seat. "I teach at a yoga studio that has a decent introductory class, or I could always just show you some basics here. I'm the best instructor you're going to find, unless you go to India and find the super-concentrated me, but it's safe to say he's probably a raging, hormonal teenager."