Pinya laughs as Edwin nearly falls over, reaching out to steady him with a hand on his shoulder from her position on the stool.
"Careful now, Oh elegant dancer! Don't want you messing up that pretty face of yours," she grins.
"And not quite. I'm getting the basic idea. We've been claimed by gods, which, that's getting tiring in and of itself," she sighs, "And then... there's a bad god, ooooh, twist! But that's about it. They might want us to fight it? They might want us to protect them? I have no idea."
She takes another big bite of her hashbrown, washing it down with a swig of the beer next to her. She isn't cold sober, but she isn't nearly as far gone as Edwin. She kind of feels like she needs to catch up.
"So, what's the last thing you remember before getting here?"
For Edwin
"Careful now, Oh elegant dancer! Don't want you messing up that pretty face of yours," she grins.
"And not quite. I'm getting the basic idea. We've been claimed by gods, which, that's getting tiring in and of itself," she sighs, "And then... there's a bad god, ooooh, twist! But that's about it. They might want us to fight it? They might want us to protect them? I have no idea."
She takes another big bite of her hashbrown, washing it down with a swig of the beer next to her. She isn't cold sober, but she isn't nearly as far gone as Edwin. She kind of feels like she needs to catch up.
"So, what's the last thing you remember before getting here?"