"Wow.. wooooowwww!!!!" Hermès yelled, "this.. is.. a.. freaking.. mess!"
Apollo was sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands trying to digest all this information that Hebe had just dumped on them. So she was saying she had been canoodling with the brother of the man they had murdered, and now they had to help her get back together with him.
"It just had to be him Hebe!" Hermès complained while pacing around the room. Hermoine was latched to his head and was making angry sounds as well in imitation of her uncle. "You're young, you're beautiful, I mean you're the freaking goddess of youth!" Hermès crouched down and looked at Hebe, "why him? You could have been with anyone!"
"Hey we don't choose the people we fall in love with okay!" Hebe yelled at the blue eyed god, "and don't you dare think you're going to turn this around and make me feel bad, when you guys are the cold blooded murderers here!"
