You somewhat jokingly make an offering to an ancient and obscure god.

You didn't expect him to show up in your room in a frenzy, trying desperately to reward and please his first worshipper in centuries.

Now you live with an ancient god, whom you in a way worship with fruit tea and cheesecakes. But it’s not so bad, though being sometimes almost buried with extravagant gifts can be too much.

It’s like any other morning where you give him his offering.

“Thank you”

He smiled softly.