"So, where do you think
George lives, in the Pantheon,
Minthe? He reminds me
of Bacchus."
"-Or that guy, dancing
with the sexy centaur
babes, in Fantasia."
"Right, he's Dionysus,
drinking from the
never-ending wine-sack."
"So does that make us
the sexy centaurs,
Georgie is playing with?"
"LOL. Sure, Minthe, if chasing
is considered playing, I guess."
"Yesterday, unprovoked,
he showed me
his bank account."
Persephone laughs,
"Today, he told me,
he suggested his AFAB
employee, wear a bikini,
to Apple Fest."
"What did you say to him?"
"I spoke in BRAT, because
it seemed like a language
we could communicate in.
I told him, 'I will be
going as an Apple, myself-
maybe a Granny Smith.'"
"Could he hear
the boundary, Persephone?"
"Oh yes, he volleyed back
in DADDY, grinning.
'Yes, I know you,
you are sour and sweet, uh?'
I smiled, 'I'm glad
you picked up on that.'
He knows for certain, now,
I am a cat human."