Crowded tightly around the Mortal Mirror, the group of nosy gods continued their commentary on the scene unfolding in the reflection for a while longer. They had plenty of opinions, as everything was commented on, and no details were left untouched.
"Oh come on, Atlas! She's on her knees carrying your mama on her back! Give her a hand!"
"You gotta admit, they look pretty dang cute together."
"Yeah, but her hair still needs to be combed– Ouch! Stop. Hitting. Me!"
"Tuzi! My sweet Tuzi! Drink slower! Don't choke on the water! You already had 20 bowls!"
"Maybe I can invent a water dispensing machine for her…"
"Atlas keeps gawking at her like he's never seen a woman before. He was like that the first time he met Lady Tuzi too. Seriously, where is the growth?"
"Oh hell yea! Check out that mountain of rice wine jugs. Why weren't we invited to that party?"
