Before the party is over

"Seems like it'll be even worse in Deepfrost," Tal agreed, frowning as he thought of Maea or Fox trying to get to the shrine when the rocks were slick with ice and the water was cold enough to freeze even a normal human after just a few minutes. Nope. He didn't like those images, and he shivered in sympathy as he took another drink to chase away the phantom cold.

So it was a good thing that his mouth was already busy when he received Danta's correction. Which wasn't the first one Tal had received on the subject, and he started to bristle at being misunderstood--

But in spite of the vodka sloshing around in his brain he remembered just who he was talking to at the last moment. Swallowing down the juice, he cleared his throat and counted to six before getting bored with the exercise and dragged up some dregs of tact from the bottom of his glass. "Uh... y-yeah, so actually I gotta question about that," he admitted. "How d'you talk about Dygra - an' Caido, too, I guess - as bein' different from th'other gods? Th'Big Three an' their heralds, I mean. Like... how d'you refer to 'em t'keep 'em separate? For talkin' about shrines an' stuff?"

But to show he was still paying attention the Halovian in him belatedly added: "But hot springs are always good!"