His grin is a little contagious, and besides, Teddy can't exactly argue; they've done some pretty dumb things in the name of -- fun, or adrenaline, or making a statement, and they're not a god.

She smiles; even though it's an Arcana sign, she does appreciate an aesthetically appealing skull. "Well," she says, practically, "I think most mortals don't like being reminded of death, and skeletons usually only...happen when something is dead. Or really badly wounded. Especially skulls."

"But I like finding them, when something's just died naturally in the wild." He touches the canine skull that sits on Zagreus's shoulder like an epaulet in a sort of reference to animal bones -- it's probably a nod to Cerberus, Teddy realizes belatedly, from the three of them together, and the little he knows of Zagreus and where he's from. "Death happens, you know?"

Well. Yeah. He probably does. The thought reminds them of the abandoned firewood, and they squint a little at the axe.

"Do you have much of a relationship with your family," they ask, which must seem apropos of nothing, "or are gods not quite like we are about that?"