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Black Pyramid

... had been set: a long one for Anubis and Bastet, with Ammut (what he affectionately called the crocodilian monster) curled on the floor near where he sat; and a round table just big enough to seat all six of the UNEOB team. The arrangement looked like a lower case 'i' or an exclamation point, depending on your perspective. It was awkward sitting on a separate table from the host, but it seemed to be the way Anubis preferred and how all his meals with guests were done. However, when it came to food, Anubis, or, more correctly, Bastet, did not disappoint. All kinds and large quantities of meat, fruit, vegetables, bread, pastries, sauces, spices, soup, and drink were available (conjured) on the table for consumption. As hostess, Bastet kept throwing glances over to the smaller round table at the end and asking at intervals if the guests needed anything. Anubis, on the other hand, was getting quite drunk and disorderly. He had gone through three silver five-liter jugs of wine and wasn't about to stop. Abruptly getting to his feet, he said, "A toast to my first encounter with Earthlings in . . . oh, I don't know, a lot of centuries? Yeah, a toast!" All six at the round table reciprocated by raising their gold and jewel-studded goblets and drinking to that. Anubis sat down and attacked a roasted boar's leg. Ammut sniffed, and in response, he tossed three roasted chickens from his food pile, one after the other, into the monstrosity's mouth. The guests found it difficult to eat as ...

... they heard and watched the creature masticate. Bastet rose from her seat and went over to the round table. Seeing goblets that were empty, almost empty or half full, she took one of the wine jugs on their table and refilled the goblets. "You don't have to do that," said Anthony. "We can do our own refills." "I want to," she replied. "Uh, thank you then." Anthony smiled at her. The rest of the team uttered their thanks to the cat woman. She smiled graciously. Anubis hollered at Bastet in a drunken slur. "Hey, cuz. Since you're being so nice and refilling everyone's goblets over there, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind refilling mine? Whaddaya say?" He held up his goblet, twirled it around with his finger, and dropped it clumsily on the table. "Shit." "Coming," she hollered back. To the guests, she quickly whispered, " Please, please, please, I beg you . Don't hold it against me or him if things get a little bit out of hand. He gets tipped over, if you know what I mean, when he's had too much to drink. He's really very well-mannered and charming when not inebriated. Just hang in there and I promise you-" " Hey , what's taking you so long over there?" Anubis gestured what-the-fuck . "Can't you see I'm dying of thirst here?" Bastet continued in haste. "I promise you, you'll get what you want before leaving this place. Okay?" The look on her face was desperate and beseeching. Miles put his hand on hers and spoke with assurance. "Go serve our host. We're cool here. Thanks for the ...