008 | OVERFLOW

[godsoffortune]

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[galactically]

Granting longevity to the person who eats it? Like immortality All right, now I have to seek it out for myself.

[She clutches onto the basket a little tighter, a look of wonder across her face. Not that Sheryl really needs it since she's a goddess, but well... they can apparently die from excessive blighting, the likes of which she's taken extra precautions via gathering lots and lots of shrine water.

The odd pizza toppings cause her to crinkle her nose a little, though.]

The hot dog isn't bad by itself, but all that combined sound so gross! I've seen a pizza store where they have shrimp, cream cheese, and fish as the toppings.

[noli_oblivisci]

A lot of pantheons are real here. Maybe ambrosia exists here too? Unless there's another reason the Heavens holds so many banquets.

[The last bit was said half-joking but a part of her wondered. It wasn't like they knew if the 'new gods' would continue to age and grow despite their godhood. For all they knew, decades from now, Forrest could be an old man while shinki like her remained how they were now. However, that thought was lost in the image of that pizza. She made a face]

I...don't think I'm desperate or adventurous enough to try that out. It'd probably be better to hold out and see if the Heavens will try their hand at it some day or try making your own.

[galactically]

I must ask around in the network for this. [She gives her purse an idle glance.] And do some special research.

[Thanks for giving her ideas, Psyche. Perhaps this ambrosia fruit will enhance Sheryl's looks and/or already enlarged ego instead of granting her immortality.]

The cooks from the Heavens are at least competent, I can safely say this much after trying out their meals in the past. [An understated way of saying they're really good.] But I wonder if they will have their own special toppings.

[noli_oblivisci]

If I hear anything about it, I'll let you know.

[Psyche said, with some amusement. Psyche didn't need anything like that (even if it could enhance her looks or some other aspect of herself) but she'd admit, she was a little curious. And something like that could be of help to other people she knew. Like Forrest.]

Maybe. But as long as it's not fish and corn I'd probably be able to stomach it.

[Speaking of which, her stomach would let out a reminding roll. She flushed a little and said]

Um...I guess that's a hint we should actually eat these. Before they go cold or dry or something.

[Or before the temptation to grab another basket anyway kicked in.]

[galactically]

Oh, ew. Fish and corn together sound like a stomachache waiting to happen!

[Not to mention it's also utterly gross to a woman who's willing to try new foods otherwise. Psyche's stomach roll prompts a few amused chuckles out of Sheryl.]

Then we should definitely find the best spot to sit first. How about over there?

[She randomly points to a spot with a few checked patterns on the ground, just several feet away from a cherry blossom tree.]

[noli_oblivisci]

That'd be great. It looks like it'd be a real nice view, too. I'm half-surprised someone else hasn't snagged it, get.

[Psyche wasn't familiar with trees like that. However, they were lovely and the sweet scent gently wafted through the air as petals fell. It made her feel a bit...light-headed, for some reason, until she blinked and shook her head.]

Let's grab it before someone else does.

[galactically]

But who cares if someone didn't snag it? The important thing is we'll be the first to claim it!

[The perfect vantage point to watch the stars and the cherry blossoms scattering in the wind at the same time. It doesn't take long for the sweet scent to permeate through her nose, filling in her lungs as she exhales.]

Now let's go, Psyche!

[Shifting the basket on one hand, she hooks her arm around the other girl's to pull her along.]