Wordplay

"AAAHHH" Verbilixa screams as her arms pinwheel. Her stack of books under her falling.

Now most people would attempt to catch a a falling goddess regardless of their size or appearance. Milo on the other hand is an asshole. He simply side steps and let Verbilixa fall face first on the floor where she lays still for a minute

"Why didn't you try to catch me?" she mutters not moving yet. "Probably because you were throwing books at me. So why should I help you?" Milo ask

This response frustrated the already upset Verbilixa to the point of tears as she screams at the top of her lungs thrashing her arms "IT'S NOT FAIR! IT'S NOT FAIR! IT'S NOT FAIR! WHY'D I'D HAVE TO SUMMON AN ASSHOLE LIKE YOU FIRST!?! YOU SHOULD BE GROVELING AT MY FEET!" Verbilixa was having a temper tantrum her mental state affected by her childlike form.

"..." Milo was at a loss for words. He couldn't believe the goddess of his world was acting like a petulant child, even if he was seeing it himself first hand. Quite frankly he didn't really know how to react to this.

"I'm seriously beginning to doubt you're a real goddess. Seriously a tantrum?" he ask.

"STUPID STUPID STUPID!!!" Verbilixa screams into the floor thrashing still.

Milo was trying to figure out how to stop this. He tried offering several things none catching Verbilixa's attention until he tries something stupidly simple "hey. If you stop I'll make an offering of....uhhh... alphabet soup. Homemade even" he says hesitantly a headache growing.

"Ahhhhh... Really?!?" Verbilixa pops up abruptly ending her tantrum going from angry to excited in less than a minute

"I love alphabet soup. You can make all kind of words with it then eat them" she says excitedly.

Milo had never felt such a strong urge to throttle someone before now.