"Planning for all eventualities is an endeavor into futility. If only because Fate is a contrary woman, and as likely to take the one path we didn't think, the one path we couldn't prepare for due to the preparations for other, more likely scenarios, or pick the most likely result, because it was so obvious that we couldn't take it seriously. I have three possible culprits for that, and none will be named, other than that I am hoping I am wrong."<br/><br/>He glanced at Halion, and shrugged. "Something he warned me about, that will result in most of the other gods being extremely unhappy with me."<br/><br/>He paused, and then slowly leaned out, looking at the nearby table, where a small ball of bright red fur was curled up in the fruit bowl, cheerfully eating its way through it. "And when the hell did THAT thing get in here?"<br/><br/>The small ball of fur looked up, and chittered at him, before returning to its meal of a pear. The chipmunk was carefully selecting the best fruits for it, and making little noises of pleasure with every bite.