Ki'ryah greeted all her [i]friends[/i] with vigour, would many of the deities in front of her consider friend a stretch? Absolutely. Yet, in her opinion, they were all her friends with varying degrees of 'friendness'. She slipped into the table and thanked Arterius for the food. Sure, nothing beat the sweet taste of Ambrosia, but there was something weirdly warm and comforting about the edible grease-covered creations of the mortals. 

She popped what some mortals called a fry into her mouth as the IRS were brought up, causing a gentle chuckle to escape her lips. "Oh, yes, the IRS. I know them well, they truly are dear to me. Good times, good times," truly they were not good times. Most of her run-ins with the IRS were in the form of [i]Get out of there[/i] or [i]Stop hiding from us[/i] or her least favourite [i]PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT!!![/i]. Over the years the trinkets and knick knacks Ki'ryah was able to stash in her little pocket dimension of light had dwindled as the IRS held a harder grip over her. At some point they started a form of checkpoint wherever she'd cross from the mortal realm and confiscate almost everything she had brought back. She's manage to slip some precious objects past them yet those were few and far in between. She just rolled her eyes at the thought and turned her attention to Arterius. "Truly, they are the last group you would wish to encounter. Killjoys, every last one."

With that she turns to the god of chaos, who's sigil had been shown through the celestial plain. "Oh, how I do enjoy roadtrips. I suppose that is what the van out front is for? Where are we going?" She enquires, continuing to snack on a handful of fries. "Oh, and may I drive? I do love driving, I am not horrible at it myself," Ki'ryah was, in fact, a horrible driver, it was less so that she couldn't drive and more that she was careless, putting the fun ahead of the safety but either in blind confidence or straight up ignorance she didn't recognise so. Pfft, who needed safety anyway, she was immortal.