...Speaking of things in the shape of the Mouse, the first thing Dean found when he went in search of plates (since Sam didn't seem like he was in a hurry with the sauce) were plastic, mouse-shaped plates that he quickly tossed aside. Giant plastic cups... Plastic forks... Aha. He finally came across a stack of plates--real plates, and pulled three out.
When Starbuck mentioned gods, he turned to face her. "I meant to ask you--that lady who came when you were sick... Her name's Psyche?" He paused, wondering if there was a polite way of phrasing this, but finally just asked, "Is she one of your gods, or something?" He couldn't figure out why a Greek god would be one of Starbuck's gods, but hey, what the hell--nothing else here made sense.
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Date: 2007-05-24 09:36 pm (UTC)When Starbuck mentioned gods, he turned to face her. "I meant to ask you--that lady who came when you were sick... Her name's Psyche?" He paused, wondering if there was a polite way of phrasing this, but finally just asked, "Is she one of your gods, or something?" He couldn't figure out why a Greek god would be one of Starbuck's gods, but hey, what the hell--nothing else here made sense.