“and what, pray tell, is this?” klaus questions from his seat on the floor of his brother’s dorm room.  he knows he has the smallest tendency to tune out when his brother is working, but he always pays enough attention to know when the other has said something important, or rather, when he’s said something klaus might understood.  “is it delores, because i think you and i might need to have a talk about your intentions towards her.”

“a hunger, you say?” the deity questions, sparing a glance and a grin at the other other.  “is this more of a metaphorical hunger, or a literal one?  ‘cos if it’s the latter, i could be persuaded to share some of this with you.”  they gesture down to the plate in front of them.  there’s easily enough to feed more than one person - if one of them wasn’t a god.  “although... if it’s the former, i’m going to need to know more.”