When her handsome young son burst into the penthouse and immediately pounced on her, Aphrodite sighed in a long-suffering manner. Classical culture had long depicted this lithe, lissome, beautiful young man as a chubby winged baby, and this behavior here was perhaps the reason why.
"Yes, my son, I am happy to see you too," she replied at last, gently disengaging herself from his embrace. "It has been too long. But let us comport ourselves in a manner befitting our station, yes?"
She led him through to the main terrace and settled herself amongst the cushions. Then she said two words.