Aphrodite was getting ready, most likely for another party… And you, Dionysus and Athena were helping her pick something to wear.

Aphrodite: “Uggh… Too fancy... I don’t want to look like i’m trying so hard…. This one’s too hot…. Oh this one is not nearly hot enough… Pffft straight into the garbage…”

Aphrodite: “I want to shine like apollo just dragged the sun straight through the ballroom, but not so enraptured in beauty that all the guests turn into sharks or flowers or whatever mortals become when they see a goddess for the first time.”

Aphrodite: “How about it athena? You know more about modesty than anyone here… Care to give us some insight.”

Athena: “What say do i have in all of this? Dionysus is more well suited to your fashion needs.”

Dionysus: “Oh you dear innocent little fledgling. Don’t let me pick or i’m going with the raunchiest thing in her closet.”

Aphrodite: “Oh, athena, don’t put yourself down like that. I always enjoyed how subtle your fashion sense was. Of the war gods, besides me of course, you definitely have the best taste.”

Athena: “You really think so?”

Aphrodite: “Ares wears his armor instead of pajamas. So what do you think?”

Dionysus: “Ha… ha…! I have never seen that man in a plain old toga. And all those skulls so tacky…”

Aphrodite: “You’re one to talk. You don’t think all that cheetah print makes you look cheap.”

Dionysus: Rawr “-kitty’s got claws… You know i love ares. Even if he always wreaks of viscera.”

Aphrodite: “That’s half of his charm.”

Athena: “What’s the other half?”

Aphrodite: “Oh you know… He’s really good with kids. So, athena, do you prefer the earrings or the necklace?”

Dionysus: “The earrings definitely. They’ll sway while you walk.”

Aphrodite: “Wasn’t asking you, kitty litter.”