Parry recoiled a bit as the woman shoved the pacifier back into his mouth.

"If yew can' unnershtan me, why yew put i' back in?" He chuckled a little at his own smug mindset. Whoever this lady was, she was dumb as a brick and stuck in the middle ages! "An' how yew fink I feel if kidsh ah my werk, huh? Dey all gaw one in dere mouves!"

Come to think of it, Parry was starting to get sick of the rubbery taste of silicone on his tongue. And the fact that big, dumb and high had gotten into his drugs meant Parry wouldn't be needing this thing any more. So when Rikive got to the part in her tirade about being the daughter of Heimdall, he stopped breathing. And when she spilled the bag of Yggdrasil gold coins on the table, he damn near swallowed and choked on the pacifier.

"Heimdall?" Parry asked after he spat the pacifier over the balcony's edge. "Heimdall, watcher on the Bifrost? Eyes and Ears of Odin All-Father? How is-"

Aaaaaand then it clicked, what he was about to say. What he was about to give away to this woman- this Rikive. Most of the Asgardian's kept to their realm, but they were distant cousins of the Celestials. They did their thing, and Parry's people did their own. Not that they didn't intermingle now and then. Last time he was in Asgard, Thor called him a 'Light Elf.'

Parry took two seconds to snap his fingers, closing the balcony doors with a slight gust, giving Rikive and Parry some privacy.

"Honey, first of all, I miss your daddy. Haven't seen him in about 800 years and I miss him terribly. Second of all, and this is very important, [i]how long have you been on Midgard[/i]?"