"Ah..." his grin falters. "Somewhat? I hate to inform you, you've wound up with the least-useful version of me you could have, apparently." Back home, Dionysus didn't really feel that weird about not having power over all plants. The fact that so many myths and stories about him involved that was easily laughed off as just a misconception. Since arriving here, though, and being confronted with the fact that he's equally as fictional, it's starting to feel more like a targeted attack. He doesn't know if he should blame Sondheim or Aristophanes.