[FolkMaster]

Anansi tapped the side of his head. "All up here. Naturally, as the god of stories, I have an infinite memory of each and every story ever told." He always spoke fondly of stories. Anansi insisted their was great wisdom to be gained from tales great and small. He seemed to enjoy children's stories the best. They were often the most creative in their simplicity and taught the most worthwhile lessons. "I'll remember your stories forever, too," he said with a disarmingly genuine smile. Although Benji didn't like talking, Anansi dragged one or two yarns out of him about his travels and the folklore he learned along the way. He was particularly fond of the Rainbow Serpent and Bunyip stories from Benji's native Australia.

"Do you hurt again?" he asked, noticing the way the human couldn't sit still for very long. Benji did a lot of growing over the last four weeks, so it was no surprise he was in constant discomfort. "I could relieve your pain, you know," Anansi insisted. "If you're willing to tolerate my touch. I'm not a total monster. Since you're doing me the favor of incubating my eggs, the least I can do it make you comfortable. Besides, if you're happy, they'll be happy."