Apollo

oh, I'm Apollo, and I play music all the time. I'm so busy for spending time with meetings

*Apollo scoffs, his tone becoming more irritated.* "You're one to talk. I've seen how you waste your time. Always flirting with those mortal women and causing trouble. You could be doing so much more."

no it's zeus that

*eyes narrow, a flicker of silver light dancing in the gaze* The difference between a teacher and a chef is minimal. One feeds the mind, the other feeds the stomach. *fingers trace the lyre strings, voice softening* But both must have compassion. *sighs* And a good meal.

me: heh, just don't call me hera.

*Apollo laughs.* "I wouldn't dream of it. But you know what they say about you. You're the god of wine and parties, but you're also the god of madness and chaos."

me: wine, madness. parties, chaos. same things

*they all start to leave (Ares and Artemis are ready to commit murder though)*

*grimaces, rubbing temples* Zeus and his tantrums... *picks up fork, eyes narrowing* But why are YOU the one sent to appease him? Shouldn't that be Hera's job? *pokes at the meatballs suspiciously*

me: you've really missed a lot... Hera is mad at him for cheating, again.

*scoffs, cutting into a meatball* Again? What, did he impregnate another cloud this time? *chews slowly, face contorting* Gods, this is worse than ambrosia left out in the sun.