𝖕𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊.

At the handwave, she offered the hunk of bread and took a seat opposite him. "No idea." She didn't really abide by schedules and therefore didn't really keep track of the time. When the place emptied, she closed. When she woke up and customers came around, she opened. "But it's still dark as your soul outside, so I feel comfortable hazarding a guess that you did not, in fact, miss the sunrise."

He huffed a laugh at the comment about his soul. Once upon a time, more centuries ago than he'd bothered to count, that would have hurt, but here and now, from Veda, it was only worth a laugh. "And what would you know about my soul, Vee? Maybe I've been praying for redemption." This was said with a hint of an amused smirk and a heavy dose of irony. He had been doing no such thing. The only thing he was praying for was another drink--and Kaitoa knew better than most how little praying was worth.

As long as it was still dark out though--

There was no official time the tavern shut down for the evening, though it was often the early hours of the morning that saw the front door shut and locked up. It had been an especially boisterous night, which meant that Veda was ready to trudge her ass upstairs to pass out. Likely still fully clothed. But there was one thing in the way of that.

Rotbringer.

She normally appreciated his company, particularly because her regulars didn't get up to the same sort of trouble when he was around. Rumors proceeded the man, and Vee had no issues with stirring them up for her own - and often Kaitoa's - amusement. Right now, she was just ready to fall face first into her bed and sleep until the afternoon. And his presence at one of the corner tables, passed out and possibly drooling, was the one thing in the way of the human getting her wish.

Any other regular and she would have kicked the stool out from under them. Though she did not fear the demigod, she respected him enough to avoid the rough treatment. Instead Veda approached with coffee and a hunk of the bread Cookie had made before going home. "Up and at 'em, big boy. It's too far past my bedtime and I have a you-shaped lump of a drunk standing between me and sleep."

So the complete lack of anger the demigod showed at being woken likely would have surprised any witnesses--if there'd been any, that is.

"Hrngh," was his only response at first, articulate as ever. He didn't remember putting his head down on the table in the first place, but now he was loathe to lift it. He turned it instead, squinted an eye first at Veda and then at the coffee and bread she'd brought.

It was testament to his fondness for Veda that he didn't make her prompt him again.

"Fuck," he said--still articulate--and pushed himself up, took the offered coffee with a grunt of thanks. "I've got a you-shaped hunk of human disturbing my beauty sleep now. There whiskey in this?" He lifted the mug at the last, took a sip--and immediately made a face, because no, there was not. Still, Kai drank deep, waved a hand at her for the bread and nodded his chin towards the door. "What time is it? I miss the sunrise?"