Despite all he found himself smiling when he saw her. He lifted the cane, which shrunk as it moved, down to a more manageable scepter that he grasped with one hand. One hand touched the brim of his hat, which vanished entirely from his head, and he spread both arms as he fixed his stormy gaze on her. "Hello, Hera." His voice was soft, like low thunder in the distance. "I regret having to drop in like this--I would have sent a letter first, but the mail service isn't what it used to be."<br/><br/>Zeus turned to pace across the front of the store, pausing to inspect a wedding gown. "So white. So plain. I remember when weddings were an occasion to celebrate, and vividly, at that. This new so-called God of theirs is a solemn sort, isn't he?" He rubbed the lace sleeve between his fingers before he continued on, pausing again at a catalogue of bouquets. He flipped through it idly and clicked his tongue. "Do they no longer wear them in their hair? Instead just a bunch of meaningless flowers, grasped in hand... the mortals have even turned away from what a proper<i>marriage</i>should be."