[PRP] 2B or not 2B [Suramuni + Wembembe]

[Chibi Sheepcat]

It wasn't like Wembembe hated hanging in the God Haven. New gods cropped up every now and again, rebirths and not remembering a single thing about their past lives. Sometimes it was funny to tease them and tell them that he'd known them before, tell them hilarious stories about how he'd once saved them from a man-eating Wabazoo, but even that could only last for so long. The truth of the matter was mortals were far more entertaining than gods. It was that simple.

But that was what brothers were for, right? Entertainment? Wembembe was certainly going to make use of his, whether he liked it or not.

The yellow god rolled onto his front, and reached over to shove Suramuni playfully with one paw. "Hey, hey, Sura, I got a question. It's a hard one. Like really hard. I don't think you'll be able to get it."
 

[Basil Brett]

Muni had been thinking, as usual. It was amazing what your brain could hold, if you just sat still and thought. At least it was for him. Philosophies drifted in and out, judging the rationality of the others, and trying to prove their own point. For most, it would drive them crazy. Muni loved it.

A nudge pulled him out of his head and he blinked several times before grinning. He had always liked Wembembe. He loved all his siblings, but Wembembe always had interesting thoughts to share.

"Okay, brother. What have you got for me?"

He loved a challenge.  

[Chibi Sheepcat]

"You ready?"

Wembembe's face lit up as he grinned broadly. "Okay, so, at a recent painting competition, Eileen's rendition of a Constable was not last. Jenny only just managed to avoid last place and came third. The lady who painted a Monet was very successful and took first place. Ada beat the lady who painted the Taylor and the lady who painted the Van Gogh beat Vera. Can you determine who painted what and who won?"

The god was still grinning when he finished the riddle, paws twitching excitedly. Let Suramuni try to solve that one. It had taken him weeks! Barring, of course, he was the god of teaching and not the god of philosophy, but Wembembe was certain this one would keep his brother thinking for at least a day. Otherwise he was going to have to step it up a notch!