The problem with finding a love god, she mused as she watched the woman make a sale, is that there were so few in their area. It was all healing and war, and war and healing, and very little in between. Oh there were a handful, but most of them came from Brittania or that area, and they were all so prideful. Asking them for help was always an iffy proposition.
Fortunately the first part of her plan seemed to be going smoothly enough. With her added beneficence, business was definitely picking up for the stall. Three sales happened in very short order, and a few more people milled about looking at the wares for sale. Including a very pretty man.
No, a very pretty god. Who was suddenly speaking to her. And she recognized the accent, it was very much like Mercury's. Given current emotions regarding the Roman armies, she refrained from speaking Latin, but to make the god feel a little more at home she used the other language she'd learned from her not-quite husband.
“That depends,” she told him in Greek, sure that no one else around them could understand the language. “Not every woman could pull off such bold color combinations. What is she goddess of? That might have some bearing on the answer.”