There's interest here. I see Coyote conniving under Julio's breath, three fingers strumming his initial-carved desk. Toan offers to tell about Eve and the snake.
Every hand drops.
Henry adjusts his jacket, hiding the ancient turtle he had just conjured up with the world on its back. The ladder Sylvia had set up to the hole in the sky is gone. With so many mouths she could have eaten up all the heavens, but the angry gods tore her into pieces first. Scattering her mouths everywhere. They make our world.