Hestia had never stressed the importance of appearance. In fact, she had told her daughters that appearance was unimportant in the grand scheme of things. But actions spoke louder than words. Hestia had been a model once upon a time, and she knew that affected how she thought and how her daughters reacted most of the time. Except Willow, who was as hardheaded as her father most days. Needless to say, Hestia could tell by the wrinkle appearance that Willow wasn't wearing clean clothes, but she bit her tongue.
Leaving the dishes to wash themselves, Hestia turned around to embrace her daughter. "I don't care whose they are, Will. They smell. And you're going to get black mold or something. Is it really so hard for someone to cast a self-washing spell on them?" Okay, nagging, not quite what she had intended for the day. "You ready to get something to eat, babydoll?"