It was a clever bit of pouncing if she did say so herself. And she did. Bast had no problem at all in tooting her own horn. She'd managed to completely bypass Thoth without even ruffling his blazer, yet nail her brother smack in the middle of his body. It was a good solid hit, that left him taking the brunt of the fall. She grinned down at Anubis, smug with success.
But her grin disappeared as soon as he spoke. It wasn't the first time he'd used that quip as a response to being tackled, but it still managed to get under her skin. Not because she actually thought she'd put on a few pounds, but no woman liked to have it insinuated that she was fat. She should ask him if he'd put on some stupid.
Except they were there for dinner with Mama, and she would probably get a little cranky if they came to the dinner table bloody and bruised from a tussle on the doorstep. Plus there were guests. It was the familiar chuckle of a man that was nearly an uncle that decided her though. Bes thought it was funny, at least. So she kissed Nubie's nose and told him, “You're dirty. You know Mama doesn't let you come to the dinner table dirty. Really, Anubis.”
Then she rolled off of him, giggling, because it was her fault that he wasn't as clean as when he arrived. Bast gave Bes a wink and a grin, but he was already on his way in. Probably because of the bar he'd mentioned. Bast knew very well how well stocked it was, she'd sneaked enough alcohol from it over the years. But the chances of her actually getting any tonight were pretty slim. Isis still treated her like a child.
Bast bounced forward, and as she crossed the threshold, she reached for Thoth's hand. She'd missed the old god and his quirky sense of humor. And all the wicked cool things he had in his office that he had no idea that she poked through when he went to get her tea. She smiled, sweet and polite, as she came into Isis' view; the perfect child that would never, ever, ever have pounced her brother outside. “Hi, Thoth.”