"Clearly," Hera replied with a smirk. "You were pursuing me before I even started wearing it. And thank you, though really I came upon this place by happenstance. Curiosity mixed with nostalgia brought me here. Apparently the owners' oldest daughter studies art history with an emphasis on the works of the Classical world. I'm sure she's incorporated some of her studies into the decor, though from what I occasionally hear she is somewhat disappointed that the satyrs gallivanting about the walls in the bar are not depicted in their full splendor. Can't say I blame them for that decision though, mortals have become so much more...modest, in that aspect."<br/><br/>It wasn't until Hera had become queen that she had begun to wear the finery that was perfume. During the war, there had been no need for such luxuries. Half the time she had looked like a wild thing, with her curls in a tangled mess and her mouth set in an almost permanent scowl. She had been the only one of her sisters to join Zeus and their brothers in fighting against Cronus, both in the war room and on the battlefield. Legend would always remember her as the ladylike queen of the gods, but never would they recall that white-armed Hera was no wilting flower. Back then, she had thought Zeus was mocking her with his advances, implying that she was just another goddess to warm his bed. To say her affection had been hard won would be an understatement.<br/><br/>"That would be wise, though I suggest that for some such as Artemis, it might be best to meet them on their terf," Hera suggested as she took his phone into her manicured hands as if it were the most natural thing in the world, then proceeded to input her number and that of the restaurant. "Apollo would appreciate the atmosphere, it might even play a hand in convincing him. If you bring Dionysus, however, make sure Ariadne is with him. Sometimes she's the only one who can get him to behave in public. Hermes has already been here multiple times, as well as likely every other eatery in the world. I swear his metabolism is as swift as he is."<br/><br/>Realizing she had just begun strategizing before even completely agreeing to Zeus' proposal, she handed the phone back to her husband, lips delicately pursed. She had always been quick to formulate plans and calculations, it had been why her brothers had agreed to let her into their war councils. So she had honed it to a great skill, something even the titans had begun to fear when they realized she had been the mastermind behind some of the Olympians' most successful strategies. Apparently old habits died hard. She could not even stand to rest until her plans were finalized. Her husband had been the one to pull her away from her carefully laid work to rest, though usually a bit of fooling around happened before that. Zeus had always been good at distraction.<br/><br/>"Also, I believe you asked me for some pictures of our children," she went on, changing the subject by taking out her own phone with its<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F219057969356186288%2F&amp;hash=6b0dbc510413db83b2ba36821b9bbfd2" href="https://www.pinterest.com/pin/219057969356186288/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">peacock case</a>and pulling up her collection of photos of her children and placed it before her husband. On her screen was a picture of Eris with her most recent hair color, game controller in her hands as she glanced over at Eileithyia unwrapping a birthday present. Leaning against the back of the couch was Hephaestus, strong and powerful, yet shy and unassuming as ever with his shoulders hunched and his long brown hair tied back. It had taken a great deal of convincing on the part of his sisters to prevent him from attempting the dreaded "man bun". On the floor lay a black dog, a stray Ares had picked up and adopted. Not surprising really, he had always been fond of dogs. If Hera remembered correctly, she believed the breed was known as a pit bull.