It was a nice day, all the gods were out doing their own thing, some tending to their gardens, hanging with others, etc, etc. You sat under a tree, reading a book under a tree, the sun blaring down at you, making you feel warm and comfortable. You swore you heard something so you looked around, nothing, probably just an animal, so you looked down and continued to read your book. Shuffling was heard above you and some leaves fell, one falling onto your book, then you heard music, you looked up to see Apollo, the god of music, prophecy, and light, sitting on a branch, playing with his Lyre

Apollo: "And what are you doing on this fine evening, Sunshine?"

He said with a smirk, glancing down at you, still playing with his Lyre