Hades rolled his eyes. "We could train that girl of yours to do it. Please tell me you're not sick of her already." He shuffled the papers, then glanced slowly up at the harpy. "Were they invited?"
The harpy clacked it's beak. "Yes sir... you sent the invitation yourself."
Hades forced a laugh. "I suppose I did. Yes. Well, we had better make sure that everything is in presentation order." Finally he noticed Thanatos practically trembling. "Thanatos, are you quite alright?" he asked.

Maria hummed to herself as the wandered around the crazy-awesome kitchen, finding an apron and looking again at the list of foods. She'd make the soups today, the soups and the jellies and the appetizers. She'd get the fruit and vegetables from Persephone tomorrow, then make baked goods the next day, and she'd get up early on the day of the feast to start the roasts and the hot vegetable dishes cooking and prepare the fruit juices while the roasts were baking.
She hummed as she looked at the first recipes, her hands already busy filling pots of water and setting them on to boil, finding spices and frozen chicken and frozen noodles and eggs and mushrooms and beef and all sorts of other things. She loved the freedom of cooking.
But something was wrong. She froze as she heard a growl, seeing the white hellhound from earlier creeping up on her. "Nice puppy...?" she whispered. With trembling hands she fished out her phone.
[i]Thanatos the hellhound doesn't like me being alone in the house... help![/i]