"Isn't he sweet?" Persephone asked, watching the bird still and not yet turning to her husband. The bird did another jump-turn on her finger before squirting out a poo onto the peonies and then taking off into the sky. "Well," Persephone said, turning to her husband. "I suppose he's made his opinion clear."
She reached out a hand to Hades so that he would help her up from her knees. Persephone knew he wouldn't mind the dirty hands that came with that request.