While Onatah took Coyote’s sudden appearance indifferently, Lela grimaced. She knew it was only a matter of time before she would be forced to be around him. At least here there were plenty of other people she could stick to. And if all else failed, she could leave early. It’s not like she had anything to do otherwise. She was a little more at ease at Raven’s presence, simply because he was the less excitable of the Tricksters. He was more calm than the other’s, so she really didn’t mind being around him. And than there were Guns, who she simply felt strange being near. Why had they agreed to come? Even Lela couldn’t quite figure that out. But she didn’t like hurting peoples’ feelings unless you were Coyote and she figured it would be fun to get out.
At Coyote’s question, Onatah glanced at him, taking note that he hadn’t worn the prescribed clothing. A little grin could be seen on her lips as she thought about what Guns had said, and she suspected it to be true. “She said she wasn’t coming unless you dragged her here yourself. And then she proceeded to tell me not to tell you that until I was at the party.” She smiled pleasantly.
Both goddesses glanced at the rest of the crowd. Onatah had just been about to introduce herself to Raven’s guest when the door opened. A few more minutes wouldn’t hurt. She and Lela turned to look at Guns and before they knew it, both were being embraced and staring at him in shock. “Uh… hey,” said Lela a little awkwardly. She wasn’t against hugs, she just didn’t know Guns outside of what he had been used for against her people.
Together, they entered the penthouse, both feeling uneasy about this. So long as they left in one piece, they didn’t mind this. Plus there was food. Free food. Onatah walked over to where the food was and set out the desserts she had brought. She had made enough for thirty people, so there would be plenty. Hopefully.
Onatah couldn’t help grinning at Coyote’s public display of embarrassment, assuming he would be embarrassed by Guns pointing out that what Coyote was wearing was not suitable. She wanted to laugh, but refrained. Lela, on the other hand, felt a little bad for him but didn’t say anything. Instead, she had some Baked Oatmeal and nibbled on it as she watched this scene.
Both goddesses simply stared at Guns when he returned from somewhere in his penthouse. They looked from him to the paintbrush and back again, then at each other, and finally to everyone else. And then they nonchalantly turned to each other and started talking. They’d probably end up painting each other by the end of the night, just to save themselves the embarrassment of letting someone else do it.