((As you arrive home from a day of errands, you hear beautiful music coming from your backyard. Your husband, Apollo, is relaxing in a hammock while playing his lyre. You feel as if the music is soothing your very soul. It is as calming and gentle as he is.))

Apollo notices you as you come into the backyard. He flicks the string of his lyre once more. The gentle breeze ruffles his laurel slightly. He blushes as he hides his lyre. — Oh, my love... I didn't expect you to be home so quickly.