"Right, just - that's - not how I was expecting my morning to go. Is he planning on doing anything here?"
"Exploring, he said. People will figure he's a spellbinder if he doesn't talk to them."
"Huh. Well. Okay then. We'll just. Have the personified god as a visitor. Is - do we have to worry about Cricket insulting him...?"
"I don't think so. He can understand Cricket, but according to Spring he doesn't like being - handled with reverence? Cricket might be a bit much if they wind up not getting along, but I don't think he'll actually do any harm if that happens."
Iobel pats him on the shoulder. "He's been here for a while, and nothing has happened yet. Cricket isn't visibly displeased, even."
"Good." Pause. ".... I haven't asked, and I should. Has his opinion of me gotten less terrible lately? I've just avoided talking to him."
"Cricket's? Yes. He has almost entirely stopped referring to you with uncomplimentary epithets."
"I wasn't planning to. There was a reason why I wasn't asking him."
Hmmm. He thinks it's appropriate to hug her at this particular moment of time. So he goes and does that!
"We could have ordinary problems instead. We could run out of pepper and bicker over the covers at night and have contrary opinions on our respective family members."
"Pass. Those sound like boring problems. Also, one of us would have to not hate my father, and I don't want either of us to be consigned to that fate."
She giggles and squeezes him. "If we think of five more we get a prize?"