Taweret laughed loudly, clapping her hands once at the mention of the driveway on fire. “Oh, Bes mentioned that fire. Y'know, Hermes had that damn invisibility hat on for like an hour at the start of their night and was wandering around your house screwing with things. That boy... If my brother wasn't so keen on him, I swear...” She laughed some more because she wouldn't do anything. She liked a good laugh.
“Bes wasn't too well when he got back here either. Did it to himself. Said Manannan Mac Lir brought some hooch or moonshine or something else backwater in a jug and I said...” she held out her finger and waggled it about as if she were shaking her at her currently absent husband, “I said, that is what you get when you drink with a damn Celt. Those damn Irish don't hold back and no matter how much you go off and party, boy, they have a reputation as drunks for a damn reason.”
She grinned and reached for a cookie, “how was your husband's self-induced bottle-flu after that debacle? I'm glad they get on, Bes would probably never admit it -men never do, but he needed a good friend. And your man's a good guy.” Then, Taweret took a happy bite of the cookie.