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Characters: Aphrodite and OPEN
Date/Time: Midmorning, Friday, October 19, 2012
Location: Sewing/craft room of La Maison Jeu Ancien
Rating: TBD
Warnings: Language maybe?
Summary: It's 'Dite's birthday, but she's avoiding a party.

Aphrodite had almost groaned when she realized what day it was. Her birthday. Ordinarily, she would bask in the well-wishes of others on this day, but... All things considered, she'd feel much happier not seeing any of her fellow godlings today.

Still, it had been a surprise to find the little silver package on the dinette table. Luckily, she had gotten to it before anyone else seemed to notice it. There was nothing to say who the giver was, but she had gasped upon opening it. A narrow length of gold was inside. She'd recognize it anywhere: her magic girdle. Just. Fucking. Perfect.

Hastily, she tucked the item away, and retreated, as usual, to the sewing room. Hopefully, she'd be left alone.

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Hades was concerned given Asclepius' words regarding Aphrodite's mood as of late. He still considered her a friend and felt he had to try and reach her. He gently knocked, not loud, but audible enough.

Aphrodite bit back a sigh. Damn. She hadn't been expecting company.

"Yes?" she called to the door, a slight edge of weariness in her tone.

"Dite, it's Hades. May I come in?" His toe is gentle, almost soothing.

"It's not locked," she replied, entirely noncommittally

Hades quietly opens the door.

"May I sit down?"

"If you like."

Aphrodite showed no interest in sitting down, apparently working on making a prototype for a child's outfit.

Hades catches a look at it.

"It's coming along well."

"Thank you. When she's old enough, I'll have one for my daughter."

"I'm sure when that time comes you will look lovely." He pauses a moment. "I have not seen you much since we arrived here."

Aphrodite shrugged.
"Fashion doesn't wait. Even if I'm here, I still have work to do," she said airily.

"I understand not wanting to be too far behind, but to work all the time isn't like you," Hades replied.

"It gives me something to do. Better that than going stir-crazy," she said.

"I think I saw a chess set in the study. Perhaps we could play some time," he offered.

"It's sweet of you to offer, but I'm afraid I've never been very good at chess. I'm sure Persephone would be happy to play with you," Aphrodite said, pinning a bit of fabric.

"There must be something we could do..but I won't force the issue. We haven't talked in some time," he says quietly.

"We've been busy with our obligations," Aphrodite said, a little too casually, "What is it you'd even want to talk about?"

"Anything really," Hades said. "Have you decided on names?"

"Sort of. I'll know better once I can tell which baby was fathered by which man. If the girl is from Dionysus, then Ivy Grace. Otherwise, she'll be Marisa Cordelia. For the boy, if Dionysus was his father, Florian Virgil. If he's a son of Poseidon, Anthony Merrick. Lovelace for their surnames, regardless. Assuming, of course, I hear no objections from their sires. I don't expect any," she said, keeping her eyes on her work. "What have you two chosen?"

"Those are all fine names, I doubt either man would have reason to object."

"We are thinking of calling her, Lillian. We haven't decided on a middle-name yet," Hades informed.

"I doubt either one would care enough to object," Aphrodite scoffed.

She pursed her lips thoughtfully at the chosen name.
"I'd suggest Theresa for the middle. But that's only my opinion," she said with a shrug.

Hades resits the urge to say anything regarding how he feels about either man.

"Lilian Theresa," he says as if testing it on his lips. "It sounds lovely, I'll have to mention it to Persephone.

Aphrodite nodded.
"It means 'reaper.' I thought it might represent her heritage on both sides," she explained.

"It's very clever."

"Thank you. That's not something I usually get to hear," she said.

"But you didn't really come in here just to talk baby names, did you?"

"I did not," he admits, not insulting her intelligence. "I was worried about you."