Queens don't usually get 'chosen', Yato thinks, curious but reminding himself that it was plainly evident there were people from all kinds of worlds here, and that not everything would be alike to what he was used to.

He also doesn't miss the shift in her tone, and after he pockets his yimo once again, he does what he does best: distraction and humour. Yato gives her a playful little salute, a dumb grin on his face.

"Well, you're in luck anyway! Your partner today is a bonafide member of the gods, and helping clean up this mess," a sweep of his arm to indicate the beach. "Is the wish I'm granting right now, so you get to be part of it!"