Sylvester's home on the top floor of the Bright Mother's residence building was far too small to accommodate so many people at once. But for that same reason, it was the perfect place to gather. No longer could they avoid talking to each other, a characteristic common among the faith's top members.
But instead of taking a seat at the table, Sylvester helped his mother with the cooking. Though his main intention was to take some quick bites of Xavia's cooking. Especially those honey-flavored cookies.
So what if he was a god? He still had nostalgia. Heck, he pondered if he should make honey cookies an official offering to the god so he could take it all.
"Grow up, Sylvester." Xavia swatted his hand away from taking another bite from the dry cake.
"Not possible." Sylvester pointed at Chonky, who was sitting atop Xavia's shoulder and constantly receiving treats. "And you don't scold him."
"Because he's a cat, dear. Cats have a short life, and I want him to—"
