He watched, nervous, to see his mother's reaction to the kiss from Apollo, and was pleased when he saw her smile. He hadn't expected her to openly refuse to kiss him, but at the same time Hyakinthos knew his mother could be prideful. Sitting down quickly, unable to take his eyes off their guest, he quickly remembered himself as he heard his mother speak.
"Of course the weather agreed with us, how could it not knowing what we had planned?" He laughed, pushing his hair off his face as he took his glass. He wished he had as good a way with words as Apollo, but perhaps that would come with time.
"Having never seen it in Spartan fashion just to see it once would be like a dream." He paused, glancing at Clio. "Do you think they might have an example of it in a book or a museum I could see?"
The toast took him by surprise, having not expected anything so eloquent in honor of himself. It made sense for people to speak of his mother in glowing terms, but to hear himself praised only made him feel sheepish, embarrassed, and made him wonder even more what could have been had he not died when he did. "And to you, Apollo, God of Sun and Archery. May we forever be graced with your love and favor."