Re: Talking to Taweret
“Yyyyeeeppp,” she drawled out.
Taweret rolled her eyes. “And on that limb... there was a branch... the prettiest branch, that you ever did see. The branch on the limb, and the limb on the tree, and the tree on the table, and the table on the floor and the floor of the bar and the bodies are laying all around all around and the bodies are laying all around,” she sang, surveying the remainder of the rest of the room.
Then snorted, “looks like Enlil wants to biff his son on the back of the head. Damn, though. Nergal. I mean. Hold on.” She dropped hippo form as the excitement died down and pulled out her phone. “I gotta tell Reshi her hubby is getting glares from daddy, that cannot be good. Not when they are trying to calm her girl down, y'know.”
She took a quick photo, for good measure, zooming in enough to get a look at Enlil's face, saying that Reshi should ask Nergal what he did to earn that look. Oh, and that she'd try to explain the rest later, over drinks, because fucking hell.
“I would have a drink if everything here wasn't tainted. Dammit.” Eyes back to Dio, “Is he unconscious yet? Do we need a hammer?” Then she grinned over to Thor.