"Your aunt's the goddess of wisdom and disciplined warfare, Dave.  You and I?<em>Not</em>her kind of people.  Don't think it's personal."  Heracles refilled his mug, careful not to spill any beer.  Caution on that level wasn't in the god's nature, but it was good enough that spilling a drop would be a crime.<br/><br/>"Son, I'm not sure you can understand right now just how proud of you I am.  The day you join us on Olympus...that's the only thing that could ever be better than this."  He chuckled, dispelling the excessive gravity his words seemed to carry.  "So...you ready to give the new goods a field test?"