Cthulhu looks puzzled. "So...no chaos?"
Jeremy shakes her head. "No, thank you. We're terribly sorry for waking you up, though; would you like a little rum?" She offers the remainder of the bottle to him.
He brightens. "Why, thank you. I haven't had decent liquor in several billion years." He snatches up the bottle and downs it in a flash.
You wait for a while. Eventually, you query, "So...will you be staying to dinner?"
Cthulhu shuffles his feet a little impatiently. "Not if you don't mind my leaving I don't want to be late for my millennial poker game with the other Elder Gods."
You smile. "All right. See you around, then."
He smiles back. "See you when the stars are right." Then he vanishes in a swirl of eldritch vapors.
"Well," Jeremy says, "I don't think I'll be using this again. Besides, this al-Hazred guy has kind of a confusing writing style." She nonchalantly tosses the book into the fire.