Ninkasi laughed. “He knows. I think the first time he learned of it was when I was dragging him around the Silk Road. I spent a lot of time just traveling around with him, taking him down to Kemet, and Kush, and India and home to my lands... and he learned all the variants of my languages pretty quick.” She shrugged. “He may eat a lot, but he makes up for it by being super handy and by being a great friend who deserves more credit than he gets.”
She stepped back toward the stove for a moment, but only so she could dump the cinnamon pull-apart over onto plate and started to drizzle icing over the top. “He's a helluva lot smarter than anyone, including himself, gives him credit for, too. I mean, how many non-Sumerians pick up the regional variants of our languages with ease? Just because it isn't rocket science or astronomy doesn't mean he's stupid and I hate that people think that.” Ninkasi shook her head. Then she paused. “Sorry, I didn't mean to rant about that. I get a little... protective of Thor.” She sighed. “Which is doubly rough, for obvious reasons, when you consider that Zeus thinks so little of him... instigating shit... and then I'm in a bit of an awkward position.” She smiled, this time indicating she was moving on from the subject.
“So, this dip,” Ninkasi pulled a bowl out of the microwave with the same towel she used to pull the pan out of the oven. “Is beer-cheese and is just heaven with chunks of that bread over there... not the cinnamon stuff. And we can either just fill plates and go back and forth or we can take everything in there and load up the coffee table. I'm good with either... Oh! Do you want a beer? Or something, else, I've got all sorts of things, I never know what company is going to want. I used to do wine until I met Dio, now I don't bother, he just brings me some. Really, if it's a consumable liquid I can handle it.”