Bes wondered if it was a misunderstanding of the dialect when Anansi spoke of himself in the third person. They both spoke nearly the same language, though there were differences in inflections and he supposed it was similar in the way the other deity phrased things. Mentally shrugging it off for the moment, Bes thought of how best to answer the question.
"Kemet. Toward where the sun rises." He didn't know how familiar Anansi might be with the location of his homeland.
"So you collect stories? is that your..." He remembered the mortals about them, some of them now coming with plates of food. He motioned to Anansi to take a seat again, as he chose a mat beside him. "...greatest interest?" Bes assumed Anansi would understand what he meant.
"Mine is doing what I can to make people happy and keep them safe." That sounded reasonably safe to say around those who would not and should not understand. He really didn't want to end this time away with too much unnecessary pomp.