"Oh! Uh, thank you." Anise said, blushing and running a hand through her hair. Compliments had become such a rarity in her life that hearing one always surprised her. She took a sip of tea and set the cup on the counter in front of her before speaking again. "I don’t really eat out, so I’ve had plenty of opportunities to hone my cooking and baking skills."
"And I hunt and trap for a living, so I know my way around a gun." She replied, pointing down the hall at the shotgun mounted on the wall. "I’ve also got a few other firearms in the basement."
"And it shows…"
Zalgo fell quiet, nodding and letting his eyes wander to the mounted shotgun and rest there; his expression was left contemplative, as if he were a concerned war-hero father that was figuring every possible way out of the situation at hand.
"… Jeff, honey, you go on home. You need to rest. Portal’s there to your left. I’ll be there soon after, alright?"
“…" Jeff gave the god a measured stare. The clouded consideration flicked to Anise, then, and measured her just as it had Zalgo. Only then did he give a silent shrug, a respectful nod to both parties, and a confident step through the nearest wall.
With just the god and the girl, Zalgo’s expression sobered slightly.
"I’m sure you’re as aware as I am that some things will come here that can’t be stopped by bullets. Do you have any protection for that kind of thing?"
"Nice meeting you." Anise returned Jeff’s respectful nod before he vanished through her wall.
"I…" Fear gripped her heart and caused her to fall silent for a moment. "No, I can’t say that I do." How foolish of her. A mortal man was too much for her to fight off, but the thought of going up against a hostile preternatural being…
Her throat went dry at the thought.
"I never thought about protecting myself against that sorta thing. The forest is just so peaceful normally, I…" She raked a hand through her bangs and sighed. "What would even count as protection against… The things that can’t be stopped by bullets?" She asked, making sure to word her description of the supernatural in the same way that he had.