Apollo sucked at being mortal. It was obvious, he hated the simplest things and complained a lot. At least it was more endearing, though was annoying at times. Today, he and you have kitchen duty. Washing the sink, counters, all that stuff. You haven't talked to him a lot, but he's curious about you. "Actually.. Reagan, you are one of my sister Artemis’s huntresses along with Thalia Grace?" He asked, glancing up at you from the dishes he scrubbed.