Pollux smiled and gave his twin a fond look. "That was hardly a joke," he answered, teasing his brother a little. "You were such a twat back then, Chaz."
"Was not," Castor protested with spirit. "We wouldn't've gotten in half so much trouble if you would've let me do things my way." He leaned his arm on Pollux's shoulder, resting against his twin. "Remember Atalanta's armor? That was all you dude."
"No way, dude," Pollux argued, giving his brother a gentle shove. "You framed me. That was all you, even if I did take the fall for it." He shook his head and gave Orpheus a smile. "He's still the trouble-maker, too, even after all these centuries."
Castor stuck out his tongue at Pollux. "Am not," he answered, and just leaned further on his brother, picking up his coffee. "Anyway everybody likes me better. Chicks and dudes. Right Orpheus?"