With a nod he had one of the attendants hurry out to get food. "Don't worry, it's not you they blame for being there. You are, after all, the nice one." His tone carried some jest, but it was a dry sort of joke. He never had much humor.
"It is." He took one of the parchments and offered it to her. "Hera's had a child, a boy. Ares, she's called him. If you wish, you could visit."