"Got some bad news for you about ice cream parlors then," Much said, teasing her with a grin. He was testing himself by trying to figure out what story or what pantheon she might come from, a skill he'd been working on since he started working at Diogenes, where so many different people mixed. He wasn't very good at it, to be honest. He guessed she wasn't Greek, but only because none of the Greeks he'd met so far had been (how to put this?) sloppy.