"Right, academic or ambient, of course," Tony muttered, nodding along like that totally made sense. Worse, these gods did just kind of sound like...gods, in the classic nebulous concept of faith way, not smacking around the mortals' problems with magic hammers way. That wasn't terribly helpful. "So..." he tried to form, one hand to his chin, the other grasping for the words, "If I showed up there, looking to put down roots, where would I go?" Maybe that was kind of like asking a Jedi what a non-Jedi was supposed to do on Coruscant.