Kafka's jaw dropped, his eyes widening as he stared into space, the absurdity of the message hitting him like a punch to the gut.
'What the hell?!' He thought, his mind screaming as he mentally shouted up at the heavens. 'What kind of request is this? Do you gods even know how human anatomy works? There's no way any of them can produce milk—I've tried, trust me, nothing comes out! Are you all just sitting up there making up nonsense now?'
A calm, composed voice answered from above, cutting through his frantic outburst with an almost serene indifference. It was Evangeline, her tone as smooth as ever.
'Oh, Kafka, there's no need to get so worked up. It can't be helped, you see. The Goddess of Health, Fiona, got terribly thirsty when you all were talking about milk earlier and that's why she set up this request for you.'
