While the kettle was boiling, Victor dished some of the ice cream into bowls. He poured the tea into mugs and carried the whole lot over on a tray. He was pleased that it didn't even hurt.
The tray was set on the coffee table and Victor settled himself on the sofa. "As long as you don't think he'll try to kill me, I would like to meet him." It was still going to be strange knowing he was meeting Hermes.