Only by keeping her head down could Media muffle the laughter at his greeting. Ah Gods, he was just so adorable. It reminded of why she kept coming back to him. Absently kissing his cheek, the dark haired goddess sauntered towards her kitchen to start assembling dessert plates. Of all her lovers, he was the one who amused her the most – and that kept her interest far longer than poor Betamac ever did. “Why don’t you sit down? Make yourself comfortable? I’ve got a kettle of tea if you’d like some.” Hardly difficult, since that had been a whirlwind romance over almost before it began. Much to her relief. Arrogant prick that he’d been, so sure she couldn’t live without him; it’d gave her great pleasure to see him fall. But all that was ancient history, the strings she’d pulled to destroy him were insignificant compared to the ones she’d need to manipulate now. Radio wasn’t precisely her first choice for the delicate work. No, that would have to be handled by her.
With the baklava arranged on a plate and one mug of tea for her, she also reached down to one of the floor cabinets to grab the sugar. And if Radio happened to be behind her when she was rifling through the pantry, well, a goddess had ways of keeping her skirt decent. Though just barely. “Do you take anything in your tea? I can never remember?”