Tattoos chuckled at the older goddess' playfulness. Most of the old gods were creeping, desperate things in his eyes. They would scramble for worship wherever they could get it, but she was just fun. Even if she did eat his cake.
"Do you need my help in fixing it?" He didn't really consider her a threat, and helping her could prove useful in the long run. "Last I was here it was overrun by drugs-that was only a few years ago, though. I came back like a year or two ago."
He raised an eyebrow questioningly. "No, did you want to?" He didn't back away from her, just sat there and stared right back.