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to grab a bite to eat – you are welcome to join me.”
    Tolus’ watery eyes grew more watery. They
reminded me of rain dribbling down glass. “Food?”
    I nodded, wanting to tell him that, yes,
it was okay to eat. But that wasn't what he was the divinity of,
was it? He was hardly the god of “Let's go out and get some nice
pizza and ice cream.” He was the god of “Let's go find what food we
can from the bins behind shopping centers and
restaurants.”
    “ I... I suppose I’m new to this
city. It is my first time here, you know,” he admitted with a lost
look.
    Yes, I did know that. I’d read his file.
The fact it was his first time here was hardly a good thing. I
stopped short of asking him what business he was on – he was
probably intending to visit the homeless people living in the storm
drains underneath the city before heading off to whatever refugee
camps he planned on visiting.
    “ I could show you around,” I
offered uncharacteristically. Thor was right about me in one
respect: I was the goddess who went home every night to bake
herself a simple meal and enjoy a few hundred books by the
fireside. Yet here I was offering to spend the night instead
showing around a gaunt god of Barely Enough.
    “ Oh, that would be nice. I get
lost sometimes. I have many people to visit tonight.”
    I realized what I had agreed to, but it was
already too late.
    “ If we go collect the food
you spoke of, we can hand it out to the needy.” Tolus’ gaunt face
took on an other-worldly glow as he spoke.
    Tolus was the god of Barely Enough, and he
lived in the moments of giving people enough to survive. The
thought of it, the action of it made him divine.
    While I was not the goddess of Barely
Enough, I could hardly back out. While it was true I found peculiar
comfort in the weather report, skipping it for one night to hand
out food to the needy was hardly going to kill me.
    Plus, it would show Thor I didn’t shun the
company of my own kind. Far from it. I assisted where assistance
was needed. While Thor would be swanning around some god-bar with
any number of goddess bimbos hanging off his arms, I would be
helping the needy.
    “ Sure,” I said gently,
“Where do you need to go?”
    “ We can begin with the storm
drains – from what I feel, there are many in need down there, some
critically. There are also various shelters and alleys....” The
look on Tolus’ face hardened with determination – an odd, strong,
different determination worlds apart from the arrogance of victory.
Though he was hunched, thin, gaunt, and sickly looking, he looked
like a god. The appearance no longer mattered. The form seemed
inconsequential. The energy behind it was divine.
    “ Okay, you let me know where
you need to go, and I can take you there.” I could easily take him
anywhere. I wouldn't need to look at a map, either – I knew the
details of this town. I knew each street, each storefront, each
alley, each tunnel. I could remember the details of every city map
I’d seen, and the places I’d been were lodged in my memory with
perfect clarity.
    “ Oh thank you, goddess
of—” he
began.
    I put a hand up to silence him before he
could break a rule. “Call me...” I searched around for a name.
“Details,” I said without properly thinking about it. It happened
to be fresh on my mind, unfortunately. But the more I thought about
it, the more I realized the idiotic name Thor taunted me with
wasn't such a bad thing. This way I could take the name back and
own it.
    “ Details? I suppose you can call me...” Tolus
appeared to think hard.
    I could tell he was racking his brain for
a suitable name, going through everything from Aid, to Charity, to
Survival. “How about Jeff?” I offered. It was hardly god-like, but
that was the point.
    “ Jeff?” He appeared to roll the
word around in his mouth as if it were food he was savoring the
flavor of. It was the closest thing he got to food judging from his
gaunt appearance. “I’m