They had books and guidelines for everything these days. It was weird. As if with every single advancement the mortals made, they lost a piece of knowledge of how to live. Rhea had seen whole sections reserved for books on teaching them how to be happy or how to be successful or how to raise fish and dogs and cats and kids. The easier the living in the modern world seemed to become, the harder it became to live in it.
"Thank you," she said, taking the magazine from Cronus, not the slightest bit fazed by how close he was, and glanced up at him. He hadn't changed much which wasn't something that could be said about everyone. His time in Elysium had obviously done him good. When she noticed the look on his face, however, her own brows drew together into a small frown.