Pizza Parlor: Pippin and Kratos
"No," she replied. "But I only had a remedial class in Cults and Zealots. My focus is on Paranormal Studies and Cryptids, but I can reach out to that professor and see if he knows anything about them. I don't know about you, but I'd kind of like to know what tenants their gods of evil corruption demand them to do in case they have to try again."
She had ordered a basket of mozzarella sticks because nothing helped keep her energy going while she was mentally gnawing on some research like deep fried, tasty carbs dipped in marinara sauce. As if to prove it, she took a bite of one before she continued.
"Nice to officially meet you, Kratos." That sounded Greek. He definitely looked Greek. Like Mount Olympus perfect specimen of man Greek. Pippin smiled as she pushed the basket of fried cheese toward him in a silent offer to share.
"So as soon as I get information I'll let you know." Beaming smile. "But what about that axe?! That was seven different kinds of awesome! Do you have some kind of psychic connection with it? Is it magical? Does it have powers or give you powers?" Her green eyes had lit up with intense curiosity. Another bite of cheesestick was taken as she waited for the story.