The taste of Joker's astral body tells Xel that he has definitely earned his salary for the day,* and it adds a certain extra something to his bargaining. The tourist may not realize until he sees his bank statement that he's ordered an art deco media cabinet for his wife's birthday. With pelicans.**
"Well," he says, suddenly Very Serious, "if you show a duck-billed platypus a toy, it will investigate it and when it find out it can't reasonably perform any of the five Fs, it will probably waddle ponderously away. But if you show an otter a toy, the whole family will be playing with it in the river until it gets lost!" he finishes gleefully. "They almost have hands, ne!"
Since his nose is being beeped, Xel makes the appropriate sound. After a moment, he laughs, "Oops! Was that supposed to squirt water? Only there isn't any pump."
* The value of this salary being the reason that one of the other two gods' avatars is never seen out*** of her waitress's costume. Because religion doesn't pay.
** Xel is in a feathery sort of mood today. Not that he is himself bird-headed in any way, shape, or form, of course. Certainly not.
*** Except for her chest, which has so far not escaped its button-up apron but is constantly threatening.