[Amon walks in behind Gareth, heels clicking on the wooden floor, trusting the boy to deal with their target while she glances around the interior. It's a mess, but then, the man was too, and these things tended to come in pairs. The amount of dorito packets around, though, that wasn't something she could say she'd encountered before.]

You didn't order anything, baby. What you did do, was go and make a huge mess of bullshit that's got a lot of gods beyond pissed. [The anger of gods was a beautiful thing, had her almost fully furled despite the crippling loss of written and digital words.] A lot of less godly people, too. And that's brought me raining down on you.

[She snags the back of a wooden chair, tipping it roughly to knock the pile of dorito packets off of it, then drags it to the centre of the room.]

Gareth, sweetie. Let the man sit down.