Acquiring Information (tag: Zelos)
Texas was not a state in America that Hera was overly fond of. It was populated by loud, boorish, overly-friendly, incredibly belligerent, extremely independent people. The only attribute Hera approved of in that list was the last one, and in combination with the rest it became as much a detriment as the others. However, it was, unfortunately, the home of the best peafowl hatchery that she'd been able to find in years.
As an excuse to follow through on her suggestion to Zeus that she speak with Zelos about his brother, it was not as terrible as it might appear, besides having to spend time in Texas. Truthfully, Hera did require some new stock, both peacocks and peahens. Also, having a servant with her was not uncommon, though she usually brought one of her own rather than poaching one of her husbands. And finally, the unusual setting and chance for privacy would likely work in her favor to throw Zelos off balance and get her the answers she sought.
Plus, if she did have to apply the leverage she had, the less ears to hear, the better. She didn't truly want to get Styx's son in trouble, after all. Just threaten him with the possibility.
After arriving at the farm, Hera followed her usual routine. The people at Bow's only knew her as Mrs. King, a very wealthy and somewhat haughty woman that bought a large amount of their stock. So she was treated with deference and politeness that tended to be lacking in other areas of Texas, and Hera was, in return, kind if a bit chilly. It would never do to let them become too friendly. After informing the staff members that she would be requiring a fair number of new birds, she then asked to look through the fowl on her own so that she could assess her needs. As this wasn't a new request, very little fuss was made and in short order, Hera was wandering through the maze of pens with Zelos trailing behind.
“Do not,” she informed him with some amusement, “allow the cute girl that was flirting with you to talk you into purchasing one of their chickens. There was a young blond man here last time who managed to convince one of my girls that a Silver Sebright Bantam Chicken would make a lovely pet. They do not. Nor, as it turns out, do they make a decent meal.” She arched a brow and admitted, “I'm still not certain if I should be impressed or appalled that the girl chose to handle the creature's shortcomings in such a way, but she has definitely been removed from service in handling my peafowl.”