"Married them?" Jord said, amused. "Certainly a wise course of action, in some situations. I've never married, myself...I would love to hear about your experiences. Perhaps when we get around to those drinks..." A smirk crossed her lips and a she gave a slight nod. "Agreed. Funny how we feel animosity when viewing one too similar to ourselves. Then again, certain other similarities can bring you closer to another being than you would have ever imagined. Interesting, all of it."
The goddess let her eyes fall on the rink again, watching the players as they fought against each other in this barely organized game. It was interesting. Fun. And if one looked at all of it correctly? Vastly telling. "Sport and death...even in this society. "I've managed to meet a few of them thus far...though neither of these two..." It was easy to tell who the drugs were, for Jord. Their presence felt like nothing else. After meeting Marijuana and being around Shrooms, she could even tell the difference between the organics and the synthetics. The organics felt very oddly like a part of her...almost like long lost grandchildren, and in a way, they were. Synthetics felt false, incongruous, and prohibitive. "Oh? Why was he chasing you?"
"Then I shall save my apologies for other occasions," the goddess replied with a smirk. "That's lovely, thank you..." she said as she plucked a strawberry from the box, eyes lifting to see the newcomer, a practiced smile falling over her lips. "I'm sure we don't mind, child. Please, sit." Her eyes roamed over the shopping bags and the...what was she, a new god? In front of them. Her presence felt odd. Strange. Different. Jord couldn't quite place her. "I'm Jord, Earth-Mother of the Norse," the goddess said, tilting her head. "I don't believe we've met?"