"Some also say the Earth is flat," Terpsichore giggled. "But that doesn't make it true."
She put her wine glass down the table, lacing her free hand in with his. "Who you were before was perfectly fine," she said with a smile. There was a beat, a pause as the silence enveloped them comfortably and the pretty muse leaned in closer to her god, until their shoulders were nearly touching. "But I think I like who you've become."