Ain't No Thing But A Chicken Wing
"You're right!" I exclaimed, facepalming. Some god I was. Can't even remember half the promises I made, ugh.
The women at the table exchanged puzzled glances, unsure of what had just transpired. O'Lee seemed unfazed, as if discussing her personal matters with a god was a perfectly normal occurrence.
"Wait, what are you talking about?" Cherry asked, looking between O'Lee and me.
O'Lee leaned back in her chair, a confident smirk on her face. "Galio trained with me, and I deemed him worthy of our mating ritual. We have trained together numerous times!" O'Lee declared, and if she was anything like Orchalla, that was just as good as sex in their eyes.
"She isn't lying," I said, swishing my tail. This was a bit of a bummer. I had actually hoped to put her in charge of the elves just for the entertainment it would bring.
Still, if that was what she wanted, I wasn't going to stop her, but I wasn't too sure about her friend.