That morning Hera found herself standing before the full length mirror in her luxurious bedroom evaluating her choice of outfit; a dusty rose pencil skirt with a white off-the-shoulder sweater that displayed a fair amount of her ivory shoulders paired with pale pink heels. Her ringlets of hair she wore loose to fall about her shoulders. She had made the lunch reservation earlier this morning and now was merely deciding on the appropriate attire. Granted, not many people could say they had the proper knowledge on what to wear when you were to meet your estranged husband after numerous centuries apart and discussing the possibility of working together to restore a pantheon. Such a thing was hardly common even by immortal standards. It wasn't long before Eris poked her head in, eyes glittering with curiosity.<br/><br/>"Thought today was your day off," she remarked with a rise of her brows.<br/><br/>"It is, however I decided to do some overtime by meeting a potential business partner over lunch," Hera answered with ease, still feeling guilty that she had grown so well-versed in hiding bits of truth from her children. "His schedule wouldn't allow for anything else."<br/><br/>"Potential male business partner, huh?" Eris said as a smirk spread across her face. "In that case..."<br/><br/>Eris trailed off as she waltzed into her mother's bedroom, still in her pajamas and her hair a bedraggled mess and looked Hera over, hands planted on her hips. Once she had made her mental assessment, her verdant green eyes glittered with mischief and she tugged the sleeves of the sweater down even further to reveal more cleavage. Hera pulled back, eyes wide.<br/><br/>"Eris," she admonished, fingers curling around her lotus pendant. "What are you-"<br/><br/>"What?" Her daughter responded with a shrug. "If you got it, flaunt it and you have plenty of bust to make it work. Enough that I think your genetics decided to hoard it and not give me any, or Hebe for that matter. Other than that..."<br/><br/>The goddess of discord's eyes cast about the room until they landed on Hera's well organized vanity, a stark contrast to her own mess of a room with cosmetics and containers of hair dye scattered all throughout the area. She went over and picked up one of the many colorful bottles, briefly checked the label, then returned to her mother to spritz a bit of perfume on a few choice areas. In moments Hera caught the scent of pomegranate with undertones of lilies and sandalwood. Eris grinned like the Chesire Cat, pleased with her work as she was.<br/><br/>"I put some on your neck in case he gets fresh, perfume tastes awful and guys never expect it," Eris said with a playful wink as she set the perfume back and then made her way back out to fix herself a late breakfast. Meanwhile, Hera held her tongue to prevent herself from revealing that such a thing had never deterred her father. It was best not to share such an intimate detail with her child. She sighed and pulled the sleeves up somewhat, but didn't decline her daughter's suggestion entirely, she only added a bit more subtlety to it. She would have been lying if she had said she hadn't felt a small thrill race the length of her spine remembering his flirtation from the night before, how he had called her his wife with relish. So this was what centuries of sexual frustration had reduced her to, a goddess whose desires were inflamed by mere innuendo over the phone. Rolling her eyes at her own foolishness, Hera took her clutch purse into her hands and made her way to<i>Έδεσμα, </i>expecting to be as early as she usually was. Maybe she would even have time to prepare herself to meet her husband without devolving into a mess of sexual tension.<br/><br/>She had not expected to find Zeus arrive early, nor had she expected to find him cursing at a phone before the restaurant doors. She had to bite down on her knuckle to prevent herself from bursting into laughter behind him at the ridiculous scene. However, she could only suppress it for so long, and laughter bubbled forth from her lips. Only when she had regained some composure did she speak.<br/><br/>"Oh, my love, you have so much to learn."<br/><br/>So caught up in her amusement, she did not even notice her use of such an intimate epithet.