As Hermes promised, Greece is full of sunshine. It is warm, very breezy, and it smells a billion universes away from the mountains in Colorado
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Well, his Australian counterpart, if he HAD ONE which there is not currently any evidence that he does, okay, is pretty damn pale as well, owing to not spending lots of quality time outside unless it is to travel from one enclosed area to another.
....oh god where am I. ANYWAY.
"...probably." Helena spends just the correct amount of time staring to ascertain this, but not too long, because she is paler than John, owing to a pale mother and an amphibious father. She is definitely wearing SPF 9 billion. "It depends what you think they are." Mmm, prurient interest. And lack of rain! Yay!
"Heh." Thusly fulfilling the need for obligatory immature male reaction, John moves past the statues to put his satchel on the porch swing.
"Should probably do a libation. Seems like a good way to start this out." A libation, because killing goats is a Liz bonding activity. As he says this, he rummages in the satchel and ... actually pulls out a bottle of Jim Beam, because ... okay, probably the libation was what he had in mind and he just grabbed whatever was on hand because he's not really a big drinker? But still. What.
Helena just sort of nods in response, because libations are not a thing she is really familiar with. Thus, she will sit on the edge of the porch swing to watch and offer helpful suggestions.
And then hey, alcohol! Hahah...really, what now. "Isn't that more appropriate to Dionysus?" She knows her Greek mythology! Although not her alcohol, apparently. And that's not a smirk at all. The sun is in your eyes, John.
"Uh... maybe," John acknowledges shiftily, "but I think there'd have to be more nudity involved, for him." There, have a happy, semi-illusionary-as-caused-by-the-sun smirk in return.
Out pours the alcohol, woo. Hopefully it's the thought that counts, because this is not a very good ceremonial libation. "Thanks, Hermes, this is for you. It was really nice of you and absolutely nothing's gonna be burnt down."
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....oh god where am I. ANYWAY.
"...probably." Helena spends just the correct amount of time staring to ascertain this, but not too long, because she is paler than John, owing to a pale mother and an amphibious father. She is definitely wearing SPF 9 billion. "It depends what you think they are." Mmm, prurient interest. And lack of rain! Yay!
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"Should probably do a libation. Seems like a good way to start this out." A libation, because killing goats is a Liz bonding activity. As he says this, he rummages in the satchel and ... actually pulls out a bottle of Jim Beam, because ... okay, probably the libation was what he had in mind and he just grabbed whatever was on hand because he's not really a big drinker? But still. What.
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And then hey, alcohol! Hahah...really, what now. "Isn't that more appropriate to Dionysus?" She knows her Greek mythology! Although not her alcohol, apparently. And that's not a smirk at all. The sun is in your eyes, John.
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Out pours the alcohol, woo. Hopefully it's the thought that counts, because this is not a very good ceremonial libation. "Thanks, Hermes, this is for you. It was really nice of you and absolutely nothing's gonna be burnt down."
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