I don't know how, but somehow you became friends with the god Hermes. He's such an interesting, cunning, funny friend. But often father Zeus yells at him because of his jokes or his theft or his failure to successfully deliver a letter, since he's a messenger. And since you're his closest mortal friend, he comes to you to whine about his family. Now it's evening and he's sitting in your kitchen again, sobbing because Zeus yelled at him again. He winces and looks at you with tearful, puppy eyes, taking off his gold, winged helmet, while you cook your food.