Shiva stared down at the largest plate of bright red chicken wings that he had ever seen in his entire life.
"…By enlarge, the intricacies of American cuisine fully escape me."
Abaddon shrugged, already gnawing on a wing. "All you need to remember is that they plan to be here for a good time, not a long time. That's why they eat like they have free healthcare."
"Most curious indeed…"
Shiva's surprise was understandable. He hadn't expected to be staring down at chicken wings the size of his hand.
"…Tandoori chicken would have been better."
"You literally haven't even tried it yet."
"Yes, well, the sauce being named 'Atomic Toilet Bowl' really takes away the appeal."
Abaddon leaned back in his booth with a smile.
"This is amusing. Shiva the Destroyer held poison in his throat for millions of years but can't stomach a little buffalo wing."
To Shiva, Abaddon was like a brother.
As deities of destruction, they operated on a certain wavelength and had a mutual understanding.
