Dot hikes an eyebrow.
"I'm of course happy to help. And a few hours at a casino sound like an admirable antidote to the stress of staring down a god."
She turns to her menagerie and arches an eyebrow. Zippy shrugs and grows from appearing like an eight year old girl to a sixty-something human man, dressed in fine clothes and with an aristocratic manner. Dot nods, apparently satisfied.
"Melinda, is there anywhere in particular that you'd like to drop into in Kroy?"
Tasha and Zippy move closer to Clyde, preparing to leave off.