[Zag's eyebrows are arched but out of inquisitiveness more than actual critique. He's not here to judge if one enjoys a nice smooch or two,

or three

or four.

That would be thoroughly hypocritical of him, after all. The godling sighs, a bit sheepish but finding some humor in all of this.] Oh. Er. You've seen me working at the docks. I was doing the rounds selling what I caught when these plants decided to appear in random places.

[He shakes his head. It had been a riot.] Those fishmongers are very loud and very, ah, unhibitted. All in good fun, though. I understand some traditions needn't be so complicated in their meaning.