The woman looked at him. And nodded. "What a wonderful man you pick my young grand daughter." She looked. Then turned to a table. Viles were on the table. She started to pour liquid into a vile. "For a mortal you have to drink this." She turned with a round shape bottle which was 8 oz. of potion. "This will give you the memories you want. Keep the ones you need away. And also have the other stuff come later in time." She said.<br/>"Thank you." Aphtodite smiled. She took the vile from her grand mother. "Drink it will be horried. But it will pay off." She said. handing you the vile.<br/>After you drank it. She bowed to her grandmother and left. She then went out. She sighed. "Now either we go to my father. Or rest with the smith. Then my father would rampage to us." She laughed. She was used to her fathers ill-temper.