Who: Quetzalcoatl, Tezcatlipoca Where: Quetz's house When: Sunday What: Meth. Catnip. Not even once
Quetzalcoatl didn't like to think of it as drugging. He liked to think of it as science.
Tezcatlipoca had proven fairly resistant to the cardboard boxes that Quetzalcoatl had been scattering around. That made sense, he supposed. Instincts to chew and curl up in a box were easily ignored, the same way that Quetzalcoatl did not unhinge his jaw to swallow as much food as possible in one sitting. At least not in public.
So it was on to idea two. Quetzalcoatl had not actually known catnip tea existed until he'd stumbled across mention of it on the Internet. He wouldn't have described the laugh he let out as 'maniacal', but that was because he was biased. Said catnip tea was now boiling innocently on his stove while he waited for Tezcatlipoca.
Ostensibly, this meeting was to discuss the observations Tezcatlipoca and Huitzilopochtli had made while stalking Eros. If Tezcatlipoca was unaffected by the tea, then that was all this meeting would be. If he was affected, though, this would be a fine day for science. Yes. Totally for science.
Quetzalcoatl had to force a giddy, anticipatory grin off his face when he heard a knock on the door.