“He was made by one of the most evil gods I've ever met,” I said. “A man who tortured my mind in the Internet. If Iktomi couldn't break him, you don't stand a chance.”
Horus went still, then inclined his head to me. Even he wouldn't make light of what Iktomi had done. But then he frowned at Pan and asked, “Who is Neo?”
Pan shook his head at his best friend. “What iswrongwith you?”
Horus looked at Hekate.
She shook her head as well. “I can't even look at you right now.”
Horus looked baffled.
“Why don't you all stay for dinner?” I suggested. “It's been a while since we've gotten together just to socialize.”
“Oh! Can we make margaritas?” Persephone asked.
“Let me guess, alcohol doesn't affect god babies?” Austin asked.
Persephone looked horrified. “We're not going to give them to the babies. Is that what humans do?”
Austin blinked. “Uh, no, uh.”
“Human mothers don't drink alcohol if they decide to breastfeed,” I saved the sputtering Austin. “The alcohol can transfer from mother to baby through the milk.”
“Oh.” Persephone considered this. “Then, no, alcohol doesn't affect god babies. But I'm not breastfeeding anymore anyway.”
In a voice suited for the Underworld, Hades declared, “Not that my wife's breasts are any of your concern.”
Austin cleared his throat nervously. “No, of course not. That's not what I—”
Hades started laughing. “I'm just messing with you. Relax, flying faerie lion.”
Austin grimaced at me as if it were all my fault.
“I'm actually not sure about god babies,” I said to him. “Alcohol certainly doesn't affect grown gods. Unless you drink Durat wine, that is.”
“Durat wine?” Austin asked.
“It's from the Egyptian Underworld,” Horus answered. “My cousin grows the best grapes there.”
“Uh-huh.” Austin stared at Horus.
“But if you really want to get silly, my Hellbrew is a better choice,” Luke added.
“He doesn't want to get that silly,” I said to Luke.
“But you do look as if you could use a glass of Durat wine,” Trevor said to Austin.
“I wouldn't say no.” Austin grinned. “Though I have to admit, I'm more of a beer guy than a wine lover.”
“I'll bring some Hellbrew the next time I visit,” Satan promised.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Lucifer chuckled. “You don't have to Sir me.”
“Oh, he does. He's from Texas and you're his elder,” I said. “You're his elder bya lot.”
“And you terrify me,” Austin said baldly.
