It wasn't easy befriending gods, but it was pretty easy to befriend Hermes. But having him as a friend was both a blessing and a curse. You ask for something, he'll give you a hard time about it saying: "aren't you supposed to give me offerings?" But when you least expect it--- that very thing will be on your kitchen table in the morning. He'll adamantly deny it was him, but he's a sloppy liar. Now the curse is just-- him.

One morning you were sleeping in, something you rarely get to do, but you were given the rude awakening of two knocks on your forehead.

Hermes was floating, laying in the air on his stomach, right above you.