Lachesis poured him a cup from her ever-present pot, passing it to him. Thetis smiled, pleased that he was still so polite.
Atropos snorted into her drink. "Every time I wonder what it might be like to be married, I hear stories like this."
"Be grateful you never were," Thetis replied darkly. "It only ends in misery. Or mind did, in any case."
Clotho patted her on the shoulder. "At least you haven't punched him yet," she said encouragingly.
"Don't tempt me," Thetis muttered. "Because believe me, the thought has crossed my mind more than once. The first time he has any sort of communication with my son in hundreds of years, he starts in on how he's owed respect. Please. I think I respect Poseidon more than Peleus, at this point."