"Have you been drinking?"
Abaddon could hardly say he hadn't expected some sort of reaction, but this really did feel like an overexaggeration.
"No, because you haven't offered me anything." He shrugged.
"Perhaps you are still you after all. Your jokes are still incorrigibly unfunny."
Abaddon pursed his lips. This was why his wives were the best- they always thought he was funny.
"What in the creator's name would prompt you to want to set up an outreach center in my lands of all places?" Amaterasu questioned.
"Not just your lands. Everyone's. You are just the first person I'm asking."
"How flattering. I get to be the first person to see you've lost your mind again."
"I'm hardly insane, Amaterasu."
"No? Tehom has maintained a policy of isolationism for longer than most of these gods have even been alive. I specifically remember Apophis telling me that not only would you never change it, but also that you would sooner die rather than do so."
