A god of fertility, who has ever heard of such a thing. Even fertility goddesses are just old wives tales, she thinks. Maybe. Though she keeps being called one. And why do they need a god of wine? And how do you even part-time queen? Why half the year?!

The questions, they pile on, but she just takes a deep breath. Well, that settles that. The Fates have it in for her and Hades. Batting three for three, it would seem.

"Right. Once again, alone in my unmarried state. Well! Um. Lovely bird." She gestures up to the raven. Yup. Nice bird. You've broken her a little. And here she thought it wasn't possible to do that after this past month. Here she thought she was having a nice calm platform, free of any revelations.