Nyx smiled in matronly agreement, touching Pan's cheek fondly. "True, true. They will always be little things, put upon the world simply for our amusement."

Leaning back, she gestured to the rest of the party. "But don't neglect your hosting duties, Pan dear. We could sit and reminisce for several years, and perhaps shall, but not tonight." She waved him off gently. "Go, speak with me again later."