Who: Hera, Zeus What: Drinks and talking~ When: After this conversation Where: Zeus' place Warnings: It's Zeus
Hera had a pretty good idea as to why Zeus had beckoned her over. However, she arrived at his penthouse with eery intention of merely discussing whatever had been going on in her absence. It was not unlike them to talk about the goings-on of the pantheon and as such they needed to be civil for the sake of order. As ever, she was driven there in only her most expensive car, sitting upright and stiff in the backseat as she watched with seemingly uninterested gaze. The truth was she was always watching. Hera was always interested in what was happening, but that did not mean she found it all important. Few things were important enough to require her personal attention.
"Wait here," she said to the driver after pulling up to Zeus' building. Even if the man ended up there all night, she always commanded him to stay. Hera did not wait around for others. She could be very impatient.
She texted Zeus with the simple phrase, I'm here. She wasn't about to ring his doorbell. Whether they lived together or not, he was still her husband and she would not be subjected to waiting like some tramp. And so she arrived at his door with every expectation of it being open.