Prometheus was spending his autumn locked in his studio. He'd promised his mother a gallery so he was dutifully making sculptures but had yet to actually set a date. Scatterbrained as he was, it didn't seem important.
It kept Pandora and his mother busy and that was enough.
The knock startled him and he wiped the clay off on his jeans before opening the door. He blinked to the random question and shook his head. "Heavens no. You were lovely. We both had our space and you made sure I came up for air now and then." Frowning he motioned her inside. "What's wrong? Did anything happen?"