Having the ability to speak most langauges, including those of the bovine persuasion, Wednesday had no difficulty understanding Luna's concerned questions.

"Don't worry, dear girl, whenever I have use of your skills in magic, I'm sure your command of English will return," said Wednesday, smiling one eyed. He strolled over to the bar and grabbed his glass eye oout of the beer glass, rubbing it fastideously on his lapel.

In a moment of kindness quite unlike to old god, Wednesday turned back to Luna. "Do you like ice cream, dear?"