"Oh yeah," Galaxian says, though he's kinda shoveling dirt onto the body now. He pauses for a moment to look up earnestly at Ark. "Thank you."
...uh, he apparently thought Ark was giving him a cue to remember to be polite. That's not what he meant, but okay. 

He admits, "There are a lot of current events, so I dunno which one in particular to talk about. Do you have a preference?"

"I dunno," the deity, who really does suck at choosing, goes. "I guess...threats to the pantheon haven't been real prevalent? That's a good thing though." 
He also sometimes sucks at being optimistic. Now is one such time. He thinks more. 

"Boring is good," offers the deity in terms of his opinion (and the narrator's opinion). "Means less tragedy or potential for things to go wrong."

Galaxian gives the older deity a glimpse of one of his possibly bad habits--being judgmental and imposing simultaneously. Actually, it's a literal glimpse--he's eying Ark warily, but at least this once, he doesn't press. "Do you have techniques to be less bored?" he asks instead.

Hopefully "soul rubix cube" doesn't mean some kind of tiny person folded up into a cube, or Galaxian's stare is going to turn a whole lot more judgmental. 
He manages a laugh. "Okay. I see. Paid? I mean, are you paid for all of it?" 

Galaxian guesses, "Aiming to be a millionaire or something?"
Yay! Okay.

"Oh, then maybe you could donate it," Galaxian advises(?). "That's what people with extra money do with it, right? They donate?"

"I know a lot of good donation places. If you need help finding those, let me know!" Galaxian tells the other--helpfully, for once in this conversation.

"Probably get out of here," Galaxian states honestly with a wince. "I don't like graveyards."

"Not really." Galaxian usually just goes wherever. "Do you? I don't know...maybe you wanted to eat something. Or something." Very decisive of him.

Galaxian teleports out as far as he can without losing sight of Ark. The guy really doesn't like cemeteries. He shuffles his feet as he waits for the magic god.

Galaxian follows the other like a puppy, though this puppy is very independent and hates to bite. That has nothing to do with the thread, though. 
"From how you're walking, I'm guessing you might have a place in mind?" he inquires. "Or maybe you're just a really confident wanderer," the deity proceeds to guess, hopping along at a very fast pace for someone with such short legs.

"I can see where that comes from." Galaxian's just kind of glad that at least one of his guesses was right. He peers around at the surroundings.
Turns out this is kind of a nice place. That's to say, there aren't any 4-story mansions around, but it's a quaint little neighborhood on the other side of the road. The road's not too busy due to the time of day. But even so, it might take a bit for them to find a restaurant or some other place like that, since it isn't exactly a good marketing strategy to plop your restaurant next to a place of the dead. 

"Yeah, I don't think humans like to establish eating places near graveyards," Galaxian agrees, skipping after the other. "But some do. It's the most famous graveyards, I think. Like, there was a pirate restaurant near a pirate grave place. It was interesting. But the pirate ghosts were still there and they weren't all that nice."