Oh, come on, stop. He was nice. Shook my hand and didn't mind me babbling like an idiot after I realized who he was.

[Because honestly, she's never going to be used to actual, literal gods walking about and knowing they were the real deal. Ogling has nothing to do with it. Though his hair was admittedly pretty.]

Not lessons, just practicing. I haven't been as on top of my routines as I'd like lately. And we both know what kind of personal lesson you'd be trying to give.