Thessalonikki was as expected...rather uninteresting. After a short trip back into civilization, the once Witch of the Odyssey was staring at an empty cup of Italian Gelatto, spoon still lingering in her mouth. "Well, there's something those Latin barbarians got right, already." She muttered under her breath, as the last drops of the concoction slipped down their mouth. "Better keep my mouth shut with this one. The last thing I need to do is show them the american drink of the gods is better than their nectar." 

"Shall I order another chocolate ice cream, miss?" added Alexios, still sorting out the plans in his telephonic device. Those things were eldritch and scary sometimes. Not only you could talk distance, you could get better navigation than any kind of map with them. She thought for a while, playing with her spoon making clanking sounds in the cup, as she gave a sideway glancing at the sunny weather that had appeared once they had gotten away from Olympus.

[i]Can't you just give us a break, o father? We're practically melting now.[/i] She thought to herself.

"Well, miss Cere. It will still be more or less six hours." Her attendant said. Circe scoffed slightly, as she looked at her watch. Couldn't she just do something else? She eyed the port. Maybe a sea god could help. She reeked at the thought. Poseidon... well, he had never liked Odysseus that much, because of what happened in Troy. And he had a long memory and a short fuse. Not a good combination. Ah, if she had only her father's chariot, rising from the ocean and going to bathe in it every time...

Ocean. [i]Oceanus.[/i] Of course! That grumpy ol' Oceanus could probably help. But how to get him involved in anything, given that he had never taken part in any conflict and never went to Olympus like his offspring. What kind of sacrifice would satisfy an outcast god? He doubt he cared about her being her great niece via Helios...

Her gaze rested once again in the empty icecream. Txocolatl. Maybe it could do the trick. And if not, bribing his tons and tons of daughters with it might work. 

"Actually, belay that. Ask for every single chocolate ice cream in the store."

"Huh...what?" Her assistant said puzzled.

"What you heard."

He did obey, and in no time they were hauling a massive catch of exquisite frozen treats, heading towards the harbor...

"Miss Cere, what are we going to do with all of this?" The driver seemed more and more confused.

"Just dump it into the water." Cirene Cere added, as she began to chant in an obscure ancient language. A prayer to Oceanus, the lord of the Depths, father of all Rivers and Seas, for quick passage.

"Huh" The driver added sheepishly as he unceremonously dumped the cargo, much to the chagrin of fishermen.

"See you in Athens, then." Circe smiled, as she jumped afterwards in an elegant jump and splash. She never came to surface, much to her flabbergasted employee who then rummaged for the fastest way to Athens.

-Port of Athens-

Circe smirked as she pulled herself out of the waters, waving a hand at the sea she had just left. Well, that had gone better than expected. The old god was more than grateful for the ice cream. At least he had shut up half a dozen of quarrels among his family with the treats. He still told her to be on her way before Poseidon came demanding the new treat, in his own grumpy way.  

She eyed herself, dripping water from all places of her body. Well, that could be fixed. She murmured a little chant to her father for help, and in a matter of minutes, she was dry once again. Now, where was that real estate agency?