"Psh, please," she chided. "No one in my pantheon has manners, I swear... other than my grandmother and maybe like two of my brothers and a whole three other people on the mountain. Total. Don't let our hoity-toity attitude fool you, it's all show." Harmonia teased. "Besides, my father may be more polite out of respect for me, but that's just because he thinks he should, he frankly doesn't give a damn. And the twins... Creation help you if you happen to be here and the Wonder War Twins barge in covered in gore." Harmonia sighed.
"The words, what is that? No. Not on the carpet! should not have to come out of my mouth when I no longer have children, should they?"
There was a pause and then a laugh. "Manners are refreshing. So shall I mix up a pitcher for the beach? Or do we want to stay in and have margaritas?" Already she was heading back inside to prepared for whatever. "And while it wasn't a proposition, should I ever decide to jump ship and give playing for the other team a go, I'll let you know." Because for as many Greeks did the ... whatever goes thing in terms of sexuality, Harmonia was just... no.