"Oh... err" Magic started saying, looking at her fur. Eaten more times than the quantity of fur she had? This was worth a little investigation. Stroking her paw into her fur, she began counting the number of hair, until she reached a high amount that proved to her that it was indeed a lot. "Wow... that's more than five times! Oh! You must say the truth, then! You seem nice!" she stated, looking at the mew again. Gods had many powers, but one wouldn’t lie to her, would it? She had never, however, seen many gods in her life, the number being zero before she met Ultima, so she couldn't really base her decision on past experience. While it couldn't explain why she should trust him, past experience also had shown her that trusting people was the best way to make friends. If this god said that he could be eaten safely, she had to believe him, or he could get mad at her for opposing herself to him, thus risking losing a friend. The latter would definitely be the worst thing ever, much worse than killing someone. Without friends, Magic was actually nothing.  "Ok. How do I start?"