"Well, that's true," Amphitrite said before eyeing him with thinly veiled concern. Poseidon had always had his moodiness -- another trait Triton had inherited -- but he just sounded plain old tired out with life. That was understandable, she supposed. He'd been a king, and now... he was a hermit. She didn't much like it, herself.
She also didn't like sulking. "But that doesn't mean that there isn't any fun in them. Honestly, we don't need to wonder anymore where Triton gets his moodiness."
If a goddess could flop, that is what Amphtrite did, on to her stomach so she could prop her chin in her hands and stare at him. "Tell me you've had some fun, somewhere!"