"Don't mind if I do" Terpsichore grinned, letting herself be led by the Musegetes deeper into the apartment. It was kind of small but wonderfully classy in the manner of all Manhattan apartments and the kitchen was gorgeous.
She stepped into it, linking her arm with Apollo's. Despite not needing to, she couldn't stop touching him, couldn't quite break away from that simple bit of contact threading back through centuries of familiarity and deep affection. The strong love that had nearly compelled Apollo to marry her and her sisters so many years ago had cooled with the long march of time, but she still couldn't help the simple happiness of being with him, despite the many years that tended to elapse between their sometimes-brief periods of contact.
The fridge doors flew open before her enthusiastic exploration, and she pulled out a few things before turning around to Apollo with a smile on her face. "How do you feel about chicken fettucini alfredo?"