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As he flew towards the black mass in the distance, Pit began feeling agitated. To take his mind off what awaited him, he decided to converse with Lady Palutena.
"So," he said. "How's your day been, my lady?"
"Good, thanks," she responded in his mind. "I've been catching up on my anime."
Suspecting something, he narrowed his eyes. "Which ones?" he said as discretely as possible.
"Mostly Magical Strikers Z: Second Edition. My friends in the Pantheon have been raving about it, but as you can imagine, I've been far too busy to watch."
"Lady Palutena!" He immediately covered his mouth—arguing with a goddess was most undignified. "That seems beneath you."
"Because it's childish?" He couldn't tell whether she was humouring him or contemptuous; that was made her an enthralling figure.
"You're millions of years old, my lady. I'd think you prefer historical dramas instead."
"I can watch both." He saw an image in his mind of a pouting green-haired woman. Given how clear the vision was, it was obvious she leaned on the side of contemptuousness. Oh well, he thought as the mass grew ever closer. He'd be back in the Lady’s good books tomorrow—hopefully without spoiling her on the next Magical Strikers episode.