Dio grinned, pleased as punch at the way Bast was trying to make him feel better. She was a weird little kitty, but it was so sweet of her he’d name her an honorary leopard. So when she asked what Nina was doing, Dionysus gladly answered.
“She’s posting our selfie to instagram.” Truthfully, he had no idea what that was, beyond something where you could post pictures. If he could manage to keep a smartphone long enough to figure out what it did beyond making phone calls and texting, it would be a miracle. There was a great deal to admire in the Sumerian’s mastery of the tiny appliance.
“And,” Dio announced helpfully, “she added some pound sign thingies.” Which he then proceeded to read off in his best tv gameshow announcer voice. Quite well done, too, if he did say so himself.
Bast apparently disagreed, though since she growled. Actually growled. Something about what had Nina done and what if somebody saw and how was she going to explain. Explain what? Explain to who? It was girls’ night. Those didn’t require explanations, did they?
Attempting to get things back on track, he abruptly announced, “Say, I have chocolate sauce. You know. For the Adonis belt? And the licking?”