"You get their hangovers?" Euterpe said, after taking a sip from her drink. "You poor thing!"
"I don't understand humble myself," Euterpe said. "I understand humility in the face of your God - if my father was here right now I'd say nothing bad about him and I'd bow if that's what he asked of me, even though I have no respect for him. So I understand that part. But humility just in general? I'm fucking great so the world should know." She smiled brightly, completely serious about this. "And you're fucking great too. So maybe you can stick with the humility as required, but I'll go out there and sing your praises."