With a furrowed brow and a moue, Melinoë sets her own treats aside for the moment, considering this. "That part's still hazy." Looking back on Viridi somewhat apologetically, she merely offers a one shoulder shrug. "I'm sorry, I don't even know how it's determined; who goes when, how many times, the length between reincarnations...damn. If it means talking to Zeus, and here features collect into a look of distaste. Fuck that?