Azrael rolled his eyes. “Yes, that worked fine, Brother. Congratulations. Unfortunately, there's still the matter of missing manna, holy tablets, and a magical rod to deal with.”
I snickered.
Az looked at me.
“You said magical rod,” Re said for me.
“Have all of you gotten a contact high from walking through the lingering haze in my brother's house?” Azrael demanded.
“Sorry, babe,” I said. “You're right. We need to focus on what's important.”
“Thank you.”
“Finding Princess.”
“And Cerberus,” Hades added.
“Oh, for fuck's sake.” Azrael threw his hands up in the air and walked out.
“Death has left the building,” I declared.
Chapter Eleven
“Did you smell bleach?” I asked Hades.
“What?” He was getting distracted by the 1960s sex toys, his stare lingering on a psychedelic butt plug.
“Let's move this conversation to another room,” Mr T suggested.
His wife was ahead of him. Mrs E. strode past me with her stare locked straight ahead. The Navajo Goddess of Change was not looking for bedroom inspiration.
Pan, however, lifted something and asked Jesus, “Can I borrow this? I just want to use it as a prototype to make one for myself. I won't actually use it.”
“Sure thing.” Jesus waved at the little glass item.
“Why do you need a prototype of a pipe?” Thor asked.
“It's more than a pipe,” Pan whispered to Thor. “And you know how much I love playing my pipes.”
“But that's a different kind of pipe.” Thor frowned, still not getting it.
“Yes, I know. I was making a joke.”
“But—”
“Exactly,” Pan said.
“Huh?”
“With this, I can literally blow smoke up someone's ass.”
“Did you know they actually did that?” I asked Pan. “That was a medical thing. Doctors would slide a tube up there and blow smoke up it.”
“I did know that!” Pan pointed at me. “Humans are funny.” He shook his head. “Smoke up the ass makes more sense as a sexual kink than medical treatment.”
Thor went fire engine red.
Jesus burst out laughing. “They're teasing you, Thor. That pipe's meant to blow your mind, not your bottom.”
