Zerxus doesn't protest, but he does make sure he gets the smaller portion, entirely for practicality's sake. Honestly, it feels - kind of nice, settling down to a meal created with someone else, messy and imperfect as it is.

(But he's definitely keeping the honey to the pancakes.)

"The older one can just - turn up, and get bossed around. That's..."

It doesn't sound like any god he's ever met, even the most humble of the Prime Deities.