So this was what a god's house looked like. Mordecai didn't see much difference between that and a rich mortal's house. Sure, there were talking foxes and otherworldly creatures that felt more like cosmic beings than aliens all around town, but the architecture wasn't a surprise. He wouldn't blame the gods; this house is beautiful.

He takes off his shoes at the entrance and removes his thick robes out of politeness. The ends of his pants were stained with dry mud, but his buttoned shirt was still clean. It wasn't the best state in which to visit a god, but it was better than nothing.

Before he could step any further inside, he was stopped by a small child. Mordecai game him a side glance. Now, he wouldn't describe himself as good with children, but he understood there was a level of patience one needed when talking to five-year-olds.

"...Yeah, work friends." Did Saori ever mention having kids? He had assumed that she and Mary were single before hooking up, but it was pretty darn cute if Saori were a single mother. "I'm visitin' your mom only for a short time, don't worry."

What else do you say to kids?

"Name's Mr. Jiminy. What's your name?"