"Which is...less than ideal," Jenn agrees.

She nods. "If it's shrinking that fast, we might want to leave earlier than we absolutely have to."

Jenn nods.

Ant looks down, playing with eir food more than eating it now.

"Hey, Ant, we'll get you out of here, okay?"

Ey manages something approximating a smile. "Yeah, I know you'll try."

"All we need to do is beat up a god. Easy enough."

"No-one fights gods any more. They're out of practice."

"Oh, we'll give them plenty."

"So much."

"Make them think it's the epic age again."

Ant giggles. "My money's on you guys. You're stubborn like that."

"Thanks!"

Jenn smiles warmly. "So, what're our plans for after dinner?"

"Group meeting? Get ourselves all on the same page, we've been doing a lot of separate stuff."

Jenn nods. "Definitely sounds like a plan."

"Operation: Kill a god! After dinner."

"Can't go killing gods on an empty stomach. Bad form. Ruins your combat ability."

"So long as you wait one hour before fighting. Don't wanna get stomach cramps."

"Sound advice. We will be sure to follow."

"Pretty sure that's what grandma's advice was about."

"She sounds like a very smart lady."

"Yeah. Honestly she'd probably be way better at all this."

"Seems like she did a good job of trying to get you ready for anything though."

"Thanks. She's the one who inspired me to go into journalism, you know? She wrote for a newspaper. Knew all the stories."