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."

"You mentioned," Jenn says. "It's good to have family members like that."

"Yeah. You have anyone - ?"

Jenn's quiet for a moment thinking. "Mama," she says quietly. "She...doesn't take crap. Literally challenged someone to a duel when they talked shit about my younger brother."

She laughs. "I can see the family resemblance."

Jenn grins. "I'm glad of that."

"Unfortunately I doubt the Botfly takes duel requests."

"Perhaps worth a shot."

"I'd have a bone or two to pick myself."

"I think we all do."

"Botfly won't know what hit it."

"Not at all."

She grins, and returns to finishing her meal.

Jenn smiles down at the end of her food.

But soon: food will be done, and they've got a planning session right?

Yeah!

Bina drags out a whiteboard and at the top writes in (erasable) marker:

LET'S KILL A GOD

"So! Plans," she opens.

Jenn perches herself on the back of the couch, feet on the seat. "I think shooting it is probably not going to work."