"I don't... actually like her exactly, but the thing about her that I like is that unlke any other god that comes to mind even her own clerics will acknowledge that some things she has done were fuckups. No god is adequate and Desna's not pretending to be."

"Huh."

"Cayden Cailien's not really pretending to be adequate."

"It's just embarrassing to worship a drunk dude who stepped on the Starstone."

"Yeah, he's not even pretending to try."

"What does Desna admit she did wrong? I don't actually know much about her."

"Oh, accidentally releasing a plague god into the world, nearly starting a planar war... Like, most gods either they're horrifying or my attitude toward them is 'have you considered doing more things ever' but I feel like it's fairly reasonable for Desna to not be seriously considering doing more things ever."

Snort ."Fair enough. - is Abadar doing too much or not enough?"

"Both! More the latter but he really needs to stop having a copy of my fucking diary! I wrote him a stern letter about that."

Snort.

"Do you mind even if no one ever reads it?"

"If no one in fact ever reads it, that's, like, better than the alternative, but as far as I know there is not any system in place to prevent it, and if there actually is one, it should be better advertised and the people giving the classes holding this up as an example of Abadar's alignment with mortal values should not look confused at me when I cite the mortal value of privacy."

"Huh. I think it's - hard to have privacy from any of the gods. They also know your heart to pick clerics, or whatever."

"I know! I spend a lot of time really annoyed about a lot of things and that's one of 'em!"

"Do you know if they do it voluntarily?"

"Some of it may be involuntary. This appears in a lengthy chart in Abadar's impolite archive of all mortal media output wherein I examine the pros and cons of becoming a god. If you wanna, like, ask for me, if you ever get somewhat more freeform answers than 'yes here's two of Cure Light Reputational Wounds'..."

"Sometimes you get more than that. I can ask."

"'Preciate it."

"We ready to head back?"

"I'd suggest camping out for a look at the stars through the 'scope but I'm all paid up at Onyx."

"Maybe some other time."

"Sure."

Back they go.

"I guess we'll be back here tomorrow?"

"I might stay in the city. Not that you're not great company."

"But then what if one of them faints? I'll be scandalously unchaperoned."