"Good, I'd be afraid to leave with something half cooked," not that she was that far yet in dinner, "'fraid you'd burn your own house down." Hestia laughed both at herself and his statement, "I have Wanted posters? Didn't realize I was so popular. Good thing they think I'm in France." Or wherever it was last Percy was, she hadn't heard from him in ages, she--to be honest--was getting worried about him, but there wasn't much she could do but hope. He was out of the country, was more then likely safer then she was, even with assassination attempts.
Turning to rest her elbows full and bend on his counter, Hestia looked at Morgan with a serious eye for a half moment before giving the smallest hint of a smile. "We got all ridiculously pissed, I remember. He sung some muggle song as we walked back to my flat, that feels like- millenia ago." She left the next thought off 'that they should do it again soon'; but between her [apparent] wanted poster status and Terence refusing to speak to her, it was very unlikely that that would ever happen again.
"So- what would you like for dinner? You still a vegetarian?" She happily switched the conversation, refusing to get nostalgic and depressed, it was easier to focus on food then her crumbling relationships.