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[bull_roarer]

The god of wine looks pleased as he sits oh so comfortably in one of the squishy arm chairs so thoughtfully provided by the Nexus.  No bottle with him today, but attention is drawn to his hip flask by dint of it being a bright pink, and also by the fact that his jeans ride low on his hips.  Or perhaps it's the flask that draws attention to his hips

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[bull_roarer]

Zoe blinks at the strange lizard fellow.

He shrugs and leans over, offering fingers for...smelling. Or climbing. Or nibbling. But not eating, he does not taste good. (The Titans are dirty evil liars on this)

[bull_roarer]

"Do you have any input on the subject?" he asks, rubbing a fingertip along the top of Gerald's scaly head. He's not stupid, and enough of his family have turned people into animals enough times for him to recognize it when it happens. And if it turns out he's wrong, the lizard's probably intelligent if it's wandering around a place like this.

[bull_roarer]

Aw. That's sort of adorable.

...Dionysus puts a flower on the chameleon's head (for added twee) and searches his pockets for ink and paper.

[bull_roarer]

...does this mean he's purple like the flower or he's red like Zoe's shirt?

There is a pad of paper and a pencil and don't ask how they fit in his tight pockets. Godly powers that's it.