Clarisse bites a fry in half and grins. She’s glad Ellie wasn’t annoyed that she jumped in and asked for a box without asking her first. Ellie doesn’t seem like the type who’d care, but… still. It’s good to know.

“That would never happen. I mean, if it did, and the other god found out about it, it would cause a huge fight. All the Olympians would start taking sides.” They’re a very dramatic bunch. “It wouldn’t be worth it for them. Um, but sometimes another god will become a patron of a demigod who isn’t their kid. It’s… sort of like the godly version of adoption?”

She shrugs, not sure if her explanation even makes sense to Ellie. The gods are weird.