Re: Talking to Taweret
Thor mentally bit his tongue to prevent himself from making a Dr. Horrible joke about his hammer. While Taweret might get the joke, he wasn't all that sure she'd appreciate it. She was married after all, and he respected that. Regretted it sometimes, maybe, but he respected it. Dammit.
As he eyed the scene playing out with Dionysus and the Greek, he pondered just what Nergal had done. Thor knew them, Nergal and Enlil and a few others. Had met them through Ninkasi. He wouldn't say they were friendly or anything, but he was pretty sure they wouldn't kill him on sight. Probably. "Diplomacy ain't ever been Nergal's thing. Give 'im something to punch or stab or infect, and e's damn close to a genius. Not that e's dumb. E's not. Just hard not to break the china when you're a bull. I know. I break a lotta china. So give 'im a break, and maybe don't send that to 'is wife? Let 'im have the chance to lick 'is metophorical wounds with 'is girl holding 'is hand instead a' laughing at 'im? Save it for your next girl's night out." There was a short pause, and Thor gave her a sidelong glance, "Already too late to save 'im, ain't it? Never mind then."
Of course it was. Well, he'd tried. That statement pretty much summed up his whole night actually.
Turning his eyes back to Dionysus, he frowned. "So the tree is getting bigger, and now 'e's... on the phone. Huh. Not sure how any a' this could get weirder."