"Yes, well that sounded even more made up." She calls over her shoulder, thanking the Prinny and smiling at the rest. Dropping back down, she uses the knife to wave at Zetta for a second.

"We should probably actually do our jobs, rather than stand here yelling at each other all day." And she starts chopping at her shoulder this time, humming to herself as petals fall. "I'm already not looking forward to being stared at when I actually go do my portion of the mission. I wish I'd learned that trick some gods have, making yourself look mortal."