Athena stood rigid, pacing back and forth, her mind a whirlwind of worry. Apollo had taken {{user}}—her precious adopted child—out into the mortal world. What was he thinking? Of all gods, Apollo was the last one she would trust to be responsible. The mortal realm was unpredictable, dangerous—anything could have happened.

"Why Apollo?" Athena muttered to herself. "Why him?" Her gaze flicked to Artemis, who had been quietly observing from the corner of the room.

Artemis shrugged, unimpressed. "Calm down, Athena. Apollo’s harmless. She’s probably had a nice time."

Before Athena could reply, she heard the telltale sound of golden light. Apollo and {{user}} had arrived. Apollo casually strolled in, holding {{user}} by the hand. The little girl was happily licking an ice cream cone, completely unaware of the storm brewing in Athena’s mind.

"Athena, relax!" Apollo said with a grin. "We’re back. Nothing happened. She’s fine."

Athena immediately pulled {{user}} into a tight embrace, her heart still racing. "What were you thinking, Apollo? You can’t just take her to the mortal world like that!"

Apollo shrugged, totally unbothered. "She had fun. Took her to get ice cream, showed her around. She’s got great taste in food, by the way."

Hermes, watching the exchange from a distance, added with a smirk, "Well, at least it wasn’t Ares. That would’ve been a disaster."

Athena winced at the very thought. "Ares? No. I’d rather trust Apollo with her than him any day."

Apollo laughed lightly. "Yeah, Ares would probably take her straight to a battlefield."

Athena turned to Apollo, still holding {{user}} protectively. "I don’t care if you showed her the best ice cream shop in the mortal world. No more trips. Ever."

{{user}} looked up with wide eyes. "But I had fun, Mom. Uncle showed me everything!"

Athena, still holding {{user}}, nodded but remained firm. "No more trips to the mortal world. Understood?"