“ What the hell are they teaching you’se— that’s not whadda’ baddie is. i’s like. ” waving hand around Looking for the right words — “ a gal that’s real good lookin. Now stop lyin t’ Pajarraco, Kay folks ? ”
[Baddie Discourse Finally Ends]
This is why the question was supposed to be for Jake. Not that the man was necessarily a fountain of truth, guaranteed not to swindle him with bad information. Not even because Khonshu gave him unconditional trust, really. Simply that Khonshu had been around him longer than most that living mortals, and had a decent idea of when the man was full of shit. This seemed honest, in an exasperated 'I can't believe I have to be the one explaining this' sort of way. At long last, a reasonable answer.
Khonshu won't say if he would've believed this or not coming off of an anonymous idiot. But probably not. It sounds about as plausible as a few of the other things he heard. He's also not going to get into both calling Jake this, and retracting that statement and saying Harrow fit the bill better instead. He was misled, dammit.
"So many words humanity has for attractive women," Khonshu murmurs to himself, almost sounding disappointed that the definition isn't something more... more. Alas. There's far bigger things to be disappointed by, with humans.
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"... Wait. I was MISGENDERED!?" Khonshu squawks. "That fool will pay!"









