*Cinnamon's temporary residence*
Millie:..... Your place sucks, Cinnamon!
Cinnamon: Millie! Don't just barge in someone else's multiversal domain without my notification! The last time you did that you killed hundreds of my subordinate gods! And by the way they're still traumatized by you!
Millie: Hmph! Then you should have let your subordinates memorize all of your friends faces!
Cinnamon: Yeah, yeah I know. But are you here? I'm in a middle of baking!
Millie: Sigh, Cinnamon! It's almost time for the event like in another 100 years. You should notify your forces now before we launch an offense to them.
Cinnamon:...... Sigh, I'll notify my wife immediately...
Millie: Great, and I'll be taking that! *Grabs a cinnamon roll from a fresh tray of baked cinnamon rolls*
Cinnamon: Wah! Hey! That's for the children!
Millie: Hmph! I'll take what I like to take, God of travel and pastry! *Pops out of existence*
Cinnamon: Agh! Millie! You sly cat goddess!