Of all her many siblings and half-siblings, Ate was... well, she wasn't Thalia's favourite. It wasn't that she disliked the other goddess per se, it was more-- eh, call it a divergence of interests thing. She liked going to comedy festivals and collecting silly hats, Ate liked dismembering people and bathing in their blood. You know, apples and oranges.
What she did like were storms - big grumbly storms with plump raindrops and lightning and skies the colour of a fresh bruise. Not all the time, not every day, but sometimes - as much as Thalia lived for the long, lazy days of summer, as much she thrived under the golden rays of her beloved Musagetes, there really was nothing like a good downpour every now and again. And if there was a lamp post to dance around and puddles to splash in, all the better.
Dancing and splashing may or may not have been on the agenda when she appeared at the door clad in a singlet top and cow-print pyjama pants, but the sight of her slightly-scary half-sister already perched on the doorstep made her hesitate.
Aw, hell, they were still siblings, after all. Nothing wrong with being friendly.
"Wouldn't miss it," she said, after a beat. "Big fan of them storms, me. You mind if I...?" she indicated the step beside Ate, making to sit.