"I'm going to make that man the biggest rat cake," Much said softly, with a twist of his mouth, trying to grope for the smallest bit of humour. It must have hurt Tuck so badly to be denied his family, to be called an affront to the Lord.
People though, mortal people... they freaked, when they found out. Usually. Marcie hadn't, from what she'd told him she'd always just cooly accepted that gods and folklore heroes hung out on earth with everyone else, but then Marcie was something else. And Luna, too, not that he thought more mortals should follow her lead. "I'm glad you found him," Much said, fiddling with the edge of a card. "I'm glad you had a saint. I always thought... it's hard, being with mortals, isn't it? There's so many things that can go wrong there. Right, too. But... yeah."