[Of course Eddie uses this part of the forest as his literal playground; it's as though he can never stay still, and his nervous energy must go somewhere -- and that somewhere always seems to inconvenience Henry when he's around. The branches of the tree sag under the other's weight, but keeps him supported all the same, and it's as though he might as well be climbing onto Henry's own shoulders for how he feels it, too.

Vines reach for Eddie, and though they might seem malicious (and very well can be, if Henry so chooses), the most they do is bump into Eddie's legs to see if they can nudge him off-balance.]

Leaving sacrifices to gods, even when we didn't ask for them.

[While the vines try to troll Eddie, Henry holds the amber up to the dim light that ekes through the forest canopy. He urges some of his divine power to disintegrate the amber away, leaving only a dead, limp spider in his hands.]

Mortals always have a strange idea of what we want.

[He turns to tilt his gaze up towards the other god while his hand offers the spider to a neighboring copse of tendriling vines, which snap it up, coil around it, and release it as a thing alive. Pulsing with black ichor, and now part of the great hivemind that extends around this entire forest (and maybe a village out there, too, it's fine). It skitters up and towards Eddie, curious.]

Tell them to bring any spiders here next time.