If Briareus was a god to be discussed, this was the wrong woman to run it by. Such mythology tended to be taught in Latin courses in high school (Abbey had taken Spanish so she could understand Telemundo) or religious courses in college (Abbey had not gone). She wasn’t the sort to crack the classics in her free time.
“Who, me? No. I’m Abbey and there’s just two.” She did a little ‘jazz hands’ movement, careful not to lose the rest of her ice cream. “Besides, why would I want your dead snake? What am I, making a pair of boots?”
Arrogance reassured Abbey that she could handle herself, so she sauntered closer to see the dissection. "Is this some Native American thing?"