"Some of them are nice. Pretty much all of them are... different and do strange things." Jamie chuckled softly and rubbed the back of his neck.
The Ancients probably thought the same about the New Gods. It was a 'generational' gap that was hard to bridge.
"Still I'd rather have them on our side," - under supervision - "and they seem to be enjoying themselves somewhat. Apparently one of them can catch hockey pucks with her teeth."