He'd figured as much. He decided that it was time to move on from dessert to the actual entrees. He reached out to cut a slab off of the roasting boar. "I could try telling Zeus that he's not invited to your party, but I don't think it would work. At least I could probably keep him from taking his anger out on me. I would just be delivering the message, after all."
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Date: 2010-12-12 04:43 am (UTC)