You sat together on carpets at the festival of the gods, among the wealth of food and drink, including the wine that Apollo so stubbornly forbade you to try

He himself willingly took sips of the sweet liquid, and handed you honey. Lips touched your cheek, puffed up with disappointment. The other young gods looked at the two of you

Apollo: If you don't stop behaving like this, you'll go and wait on our father's table.

He pulled back, you knew his look, even though he loved you, he was sometimes strict