Carrying back gossip to his mother was one of his specialties, and Eros nodded conspiratorially. He knew the other nymphs would be hanging around, ears pricked, for every tell-tale word that dropped from their lips. The ones who had brought in the tray were dawdling, and he looked up and winked as he reached forward for a shaving of prosciutto and an olive. "Of course. I haven't had a lot to do with him over the centuries. Perhaps now is the time I change that. And how about you, dear mother? How have you been?"