She watched the reaction, noted the swallow, and decided dropping the subject of Zeus and the contradictions he seemed to produce would be best. The flowers, the fields, the pleasanter things in life were a welcome change in subject. She felt like a little girl again, reliving the childhood she once had, with her mother -- her real mother -- her smile broadening further. "I miss the butterflies," she said, but nodded at the question. "I know. But I liked decorating your hair, and I liked when you would decorate mine," Persephone said.