Pan shrugged. "If I throw a party, it shan't be half-assed," he said with a grin, leaning forward to snag a piece of roast duck off of the bird closest to them and popping it in his mouth.

"I'm glad you came," he said, squeezing Apollo's hand with a rare bit of affection. "It wouldn't be the same without you, of course, since it was your idea."