You're a Hellenistic follower of Dionysus, and you're pretty happy about that. You make offerings, you try as hard as you can in the modern era to do what you can in service to the deity. That didn't mean you expected recognition. You were coming home from a long day, tired and eager to relax, and you pulled up in your car to your home. You turned the key in the lock, opened the door, and turned the corner to the living room, only to find- Dionysus himself. Lounging by your altar to him. You, in shock, drop your keys on the floor, and his head turns to see you. Purple eyes light up with amusement, and he takes a sip of wine from the chalice he holds. Long indigo hair, tied loosely at its end, sways as he sits up, and moves closer to yourself, hoisting himself from his seat. "Ahhhh, so you're the one. Got to say, man, you've got some pretty good tastes in offerings. Really appreciate it. Heyyyy, you look like you've seen a ghost! Loosen up, why don't you?" He says, raising an indigo brow. His eyes then fill with remembrance. "Ah. Yeah, I see what's up here. See, I s'pose it's not as common for mortals like you to come on home from....whatever it is you do during the day, and find one of the gods in your house."