[ As soon as they sit, the kettle on the table hops right to work, filling both of their cups before settling back on the table. A pleasant curl of steam seems to continuously rise from them, but if they take a drink, it'll always be just the right temperature for drinking.

The cheery eyed god laughs at their question and takes a sip from his cup. ]

Maybe just for a moment. You know, I may never tire of meeting new mortals in all my many days. But sometimes it's nice to be surrounded by your own nonsense.

[ This is all perfect nonsense for Honir. ]