The games we play
For some reason or another, there were mortals from the other teams at their home. Asleif wasn't entirely certain why. It had probably been brought up, likely by Sydney, but when mortals spoke, Asleif tended not to pay very much attention. They did not often have anything very important to say.

She poked idly at the fruit on her plate, and resisted the urge to glare or turn some of the more annoying ones into things. Like the Olympian, for example, who was loudly retelling (or possibly fabricating) some adventure of his in an attempt to chat up one of the women.

Not exactly here idea of a good time.