"No, I think that'll do," answered a slightly mystified Jenny. Sure there were five of them plus Sophronia's entourage, but it still seemed like a hefty order. Perhaps being a god made one extra hungry.<br/><br/>There was also the young waiter to consider. He only added to the whole<em>off</em>-ness of this place. The cocktail waitress decided that perhaps a bit of light probing was in order. "Um... have you worked here long?" The question was offhand, and a little hesitant. Jenny didn't wear her new status with the same degree of confidence that the others, especially Sophronia and Irina, seemed to wear theirs, almost like it was an ill-fitting dress left to her by a wealthy relative she never knew. Still, she had at least accepted the state of things as she were and did her best to work within them, or rather outside the confines that the developments seemed to have lifted away from her.