☀ one sun.

[soloriens]

Who: soloriens here and you!
Where: Everywhere Your house.
Style: I'll be sure to match you~
Status: Open!

[It could be at any time of day; morning, afternoon, nighttime. But for some reason you can hear some noises coming from your kitchen, whether you choose to investigate out of fear or curiosity or simply annoyance at who is being up this late, rest

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[soleilesque]

['sup god. Have god. But since Apollo doesn't have a kitchen, they can just meet in someone else's kitchen.

Sungod peering down curiously at you, Ammy.]

... where does all that food go, even?

[soloriens]

[Too busy stuffing herself to really respond, however she does get that feeling that this person before her too is a God. At the moment Ammy is just a hungry wolf intent on stuffing herself. Though after a few more bites she lifts her head, curiously sniffing at Apollo.

At his question though she just licks her muzzle.]

[soleilesque]

[Essentially crouching in mid-air, since it's too plebeian to crouch on the ground. But it's been a while since he's last seen another god. Not that he misses it, really. From his past company, there really wasn't anything to miss.

Still, though, he instinctively feels a sense of kinship with this particular one. And he's not sure why.]

Well? I've asked a question. You should now answer it.

[soloriens]

[Floating, huh. She tilts her head at that, looking at the space like a easily-distracted canine. However she returns her gaze to him when he speaks again, which earns a small snort at his words. She doesn't enjoy being ordered to speak, but well she'll let it go out of her curiosity for this one.

She slips her pouch off, nosing around until she pulls out a paper and her ink-tipped tail dabs a little ink until she writes across it in very neat strokes.]

I just happen to have a very large appetite, food is very enjoyable.

[soleilesque]

[... an ink and brush. He mumbles out the words 'She cannot speak', and finds that he can say it. ... what a strange god it is, to communicate like this.

He reads her words out loud, then considers them.]

That's a very mortal concept.

[soloriens]

Do you not eat?

[As she asks this she tilts her head curiously, it would be no surprise if a God does not eat. Most aren't required to, but she was a wolf now and needless to say she very much enjoyed eating.]

[soleilesque]

I do not have the need. [Curious look. Does this mean that the other has the need? Despite being a god?] And... [An annoyed look crosses his face.] I do not know if it's enjoyable or not.

[soloriens]

[She manages to look shocked, she wasn't surprised he didn't have the need but.. had he really not bothered to try? She almost seems to be sympathizing him, food was so good.]

Why don't you try some? Then you'll see for yourself.

[soleilesque]

[Almost a dismissive look.]

I have tried.

[soloriens]

[She watches him before she writes.]

No taste?

[soleilesque]

[. . .]

Did you just call me tasteless?

[soloriens]

The food, did it hold no taste?

[was she not being clear?]

[soleilesque]

I have taste.

[Suspicious look. He means both, by the way. Well, his lie detector only reaffirms the more plebeian meaning. Whether or not he actually has 'taste' has yet to be determined. Judging from the fact that he is still wearing a toga, it's kind of unlikely.]

[soloriens]

Then you must not be eating the right food.

[Well, a doggy-smile is given but nothing else as her tail begins to sway slowly now. It's alright, there's tons of people wearing odd clothing here, she's not saying your style is tasteless. If, you know, have a thing for dresses and robes. :>]

[soleilesque]

[... /props his chin on his hand.]

Who is to say what food is 'right' and what food is 'wrong'? [A shrug.] But I suppose I wouldn't mind hearing what you have to say on the matter, wolf god.

[soloriens]

It's all based on tastes. There's some we don't like and some we do, that's a way of stating which is right and wrong. Though you bring up a good point.

[A yawn escapes her, it has been a long time since she's conversed like this. She begins to lay down, shifting the sword draped along her back.]