Teddy is mulling over gods — and also, over why he’s mulling over gods. He’s a little in his head right up until he’s approached: he startles a little and looks up.

And up. The curly-haired, angular figure leaning on the wall nearby has probably a foot on them. Teddy’s used to being short, but man. They shift a little, unconsciously, taking up a little more space.

She snorts at the question, amused grin breaking the defense of her initial startle reaction. “I wish.” Then, a second later, “The cigarettes. Personally. I’d just about kill for one.” After a second’s consideration she purses her lips and says, “I have seen pipes, though…”

They mime a Sherlockian holding-a-pipe pose. “Might have to take it up.”

“Also, I think blowjobs are currency everywhere,” Teddy adds, in a lower but matter of fact tone “Having lived somewhere not entirely unlike this? You may need to do a lot of feeling it out to get to when and for whom…”

For all he knows, there’s a god of sacred prostitution in here somewhere but somehow Teddy’s going to say probably not.

“So I take it you got pulled through the rabbit hole too?”