"Under the weather," Luna repeated, because she was amused by it. She stepped back from the door to let Henry in, and took the bowl from him. "He's hungover. Partied a little too hard with Dionysus last night." At the kitchen island she put down the bowl and looked over to the coffee table, spotting a little baggie that the gods hadn't consumed. She should put that somewhere safe. She turned her attention back to Henry with an easy smile (that hid her unease at his presence.) "I think Hermes and Dionysus were doing lines of coke off each other's various body parts at one point, but I have to admit I was sort of drifting out of it by then."