Thoth lit their cigars, Odin's first, then his own and so when Odin inquired about the game, he was still pulling air through the cigar to get it to start burning properly. Once that was accomplished, he gave the Norseman a wide, toothy grin. “It is better that we have no stakes or wagers,” he said and took a long pull from the cigar and held the smoke in his mouth for a while before exhaling. “I once wagered the Moon for some of his light and won enough off him to fashion five new days.” His taunt was playful only, something made obvious by the silly grin he was sporting.
Looking at the leader of the Norse pantheon across from him, the old Egyptian considered his reply to the query. It never really occurred to him that perhaps other pantheons were not able to change form at will. There were stories of Zeus doing it among the Greeks with such proficiency that he sometimes took for granted that it was perhaps not a skill all divine beings were gifted with.
“We can. There are a few off us that do not have other forms, of course. But I, for example, have easily taken form of both baboon and ibis. And if you are ever in London and you one of each framing a door, know that what is behind that door belongs to me.” Thoth was very fond of London and his home there.
At his calculation, it was now his turn to ask a question. He puffed on his cigar a moment and took a sip of the mead while he considered where to start. There were more questions than there weren't. Settling on one, Thoth nodded to Odin, “Tell me, in ratio of those who are versus those who are not, do you think your pantheon has categorically more divinities of war per capita than other pantheons you've come across... and how does that relate to your culture and climate regarding how your people survive in this harsh and bitter clime?”