Sun Mote Copse Regular exercise at the gym, three days a week

"Your daughter is wise beyond her year suggests," mused the man, rolling his shoulders forward with a suggestive shrug. Upon cursory glance, Ar-Khalba had come to the conclusion that blessings of Molech were not upon them. Their stomachs, they sunk inward with hunger. The one who saw all could nourish them, in body and spirit. All that was required was their devotion.

He turned his gaze back to the mother. "Not she, nor he," he explained while simultaneously correcting her mistake. "The one who consumes all transcends earthly gender." 

"Molech is our God -- in exchange for your devotion, the blessings of the earth will be yours." At least, it had been that way for Ar-Khalba, who's blessings were too numerous to count. "You must be hungry," he added, dangling her hunger on a string to entice her into the fold.