<b><span style="font-size: 18px">The Weaver and the Maid</span></b><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><span style="font-size: 15px">
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<span style="font-size: 15px"><a class="username" data-user-id="8147" data-username="Finnrin" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/8147/">Finnrin</a></span>​</div><br/>"Please," Athena rejoined, "make yourself comfortable.  I'm afraid that we won't be speaking much at all, once we get back to work."<br/><br/>The waiter then appeared with a bottle of fine ouzo and three small stemmed apéritif glasses.  It was quite a spread with Tzatziki, Skordalia, Dolmades, Courgette Balls, Fried Calamari, Melitzanosalata, Octopus, Fava, Saganaki Cheese and Taramosalata.<br/><br/>Athena started with a sip of the ouzo and then latched onto one of the stuffed grape leaves, the dolmades.  It was warm, with a mild aroma of lamb, so she dipped it in the tzatziki.  As she tasted it, a satisfied hum of, "Mmmmm!" escaped from her closed mouth.  If Athena didn't know better, she would have imagined Dion had gotten Hestia to work in his kitchen!  It certainly tasted like her recipes.  In her travels, the human restaurants would often advertise that they had, 'good ol' home cookin''.  But to Athena,<i>this</i>was home cooking.  Mnemosyne was partial to the octopus.<br/><br/>In between bites and sips, Athena politely quizzed Cora about where she was from, what courses of study did it take to be a music producer.  The title, 'producer' struck Athena as being a little odd.  From the word itself, one would think that the song writer or the musician was the 'producer'.  Other that enjoying the food, Athena gave Cora her total attention.  As Cora made her explanations, Athena began to get the idea that 'the producer' was to a musical recording what a 'conductor' was to an orchestra.  "Do I have the right sense of that, Cora?" asked Athena.