"I suppose you could call me that! I'm lots of things." She conjures a cherry blossom made of light in her balm and blows on it, sending it up (way up) into his face in a whirlwind of illusory petals.

She grins, the expression just a little too sharp. "Pretending to be smart is the real foolishness. A Fool knows when to act clueless!"

"I don't know Earth! I've been to lots of planets, but not that one. Are you a savior of the small and beleaguered, then? Appearing in a burst of light to save the day when all is bleak?" She punctuates her sentence with a dazzling golden flash around them that manages to make Gilgamesh look like a perfectly carved statue for a moment.