"She's a total disaster is what she is." Yato complained with a little huff, but there's amusement and affection in there along with exasperation. "How long? Hm..."

It wasn't like he was really keeping track. "I dunno, probably two or three hundred years." He hummed.

"She's really bubbly and friendly which I guess is all the better to swindle you with. She goes by a nickname." Kind of like him. "Because she's the god of poverty, and rightfully no one should get involved with her." Fortunately, he was a god so what was the worse that could happen?

"We live in her attic so can't complain. She's always helped me out if I get in a tough spot."