Hermes and Circe were in the kitchen (they were now tormenting Odysseus in his own palace) discussing a tea that Hermes himself had actually made and had been ranting about for days.

"Oh, that sounds so good." Circe said, with a hand on her chest. "What does it taste like?"

"Tastes like your father's approval." Hermes replied tauntingly, taking a deep sip of his tea. Out of nowhere, Ares slams his hands on the table.

"I'll take a thousand!" Ares says, while Hermes and Circe glance at each other then back at Ares who had now started weeping.

Zeus walked out from an open corridor and sighed, breezing past Ares and putting a hand up to cover the camera from which Apollo was recording from. "No, no no--"