That had Chris laughing -- but it was a kind laugh. "Well, then you should get along with the gods and goddesses in charge of this place more than most, I would think," he said. "And that's certainly an... eclectic mix of things she was a goddess of, too. She apparently had many many hobbies, if you want to look at it that way instead."
Joking, but not disrespectfully. When you now lived in a place looked over by gods and goddesses -- and you'd come from a place that dealt in unusual things as a whole -- you quickly learned that respect was key. Because respect -- or at least a healthy fear, in the old school sense -- was a good idea. And just a good rule of thumb for life in general, if you stopped to think about it.
"You can sit, you know," he invited. "Standing's going to get uncomfortable after a while, and this place is all about comfort. Of all kinds."
Because the gods did want them to enjoy the other comforts of life -- it was why there were gifts from time to time, why they were able to procure things to build the facilities they were building. Yes, they had to work for them but nobody seemed to mind a little hard work. Or if they did, they had the sense not to complain about it.