It didn't take long to find a chair and since it had coincided nicely with a priest who had been returning with a small tray of bread and honeyed figs, Thoth took the tray in trade of the priest carrying the chair in. It wasn't beneath him to heft it, but with Ninkasi's own servants wandering around, it was a better hierarchy of labor.
The chair was directed toward the empty place at the table as he returned to the room with one priest, where he saw the Sumerian leaning against the table, likely chattering Kratos' ear off. As was her way. She didn't sit still and she didn't like silence as a general rule.
“Ninkasi,” he asked with a grin, setting the tray down on the table behind her, “are you behaving yourself?” He hadn't been gone long. Thoth looked curiously over at his Greek friend. Ninkasi was quite a lot to take in sometimes, but she wasn't really malicious.