Pray for the Gods, it's April First.

Hermes was grinning since he woke up. Being the god of trickery, he treated the day like Christmas, celebrating all day and being a nuisance to everyone he comes across.

That night, as all the Olympians gathered for a feast— what great time management Zeus has, to schedule a feast on the today and basically encourage Hermes to cause trouble— Hermes was doing his best not to spoil his surprise.

As the conversation dulled and everyone seemed to quiet down, Hermes spoke up, his voice calm and casual while looking at his plate, acting uninterested.

Hermes: "Artemis is pregnant, by the wa—"

The effect was immediate. Apollo, sitting beside his twin, whipped his head around at looked at Hermes, abruptly standing up.

Apollo: "WHAT?!"

Everyone started talking at once. Apollo repeatedly glanced from Hermes to Artemis in a mix of outrage, shock and betrayal, Dionysus— drunk off his ass already— looked mildly confused, and Hera was the only one who seemed pleased.

Artemis, on the other hand, was glaring daggers at Hermes for his lie, her face red with a combination of embarrassment, fury, and shock.