“Given our current [i]logistical situation.”[/i] Vasilia did not, could not let up, even as Zeus sounded the retreat. “I’d said the invitations have about as much chance as arriving as you have of waiting on something for a change. But I’m prepared to be surprised.”

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No! No, no, no, it couldn’t be over yet! 

He stood, helpless as the luncheon drew to a close all around him. Personal effects found their way back to their owners. Bags returned to shoulders, a little lighter and easier to pack now. Goodbyes filled the air alongside parting shots. Feet turned, roads stretched onward, and the parting was nigh. 

The extent of his profit: A few lost scraps, and some interesting trivia about Hermes. Fine material for a voyage to Gaia.

“It was an honor to serve you, Lord Hades.” The goodbyes fell from his mouth. How he wished to hold them back, just a few moments longer, but, but his Captain, Zeus, the cleanup, he couldn't, “I hope it will not be long before we may serve you again?” he offered, holding his breath.