Both women turned, favoring him with frosty, uninterested looks. Amphitrite turned away from him deliberately, brushing some hair out of her face. "Anyway, as I was saying, the issue should hit newsstands in a few weeks, I'll make sure and send you a copy, if you want."
"Please do," Thetis replied. "My sister, the famous model."
"Hardly," Amphitrite laughed. "It's just something to pass the time, not to mention being a pick me up. Though I have to admit, my feet are usually killing me by the end of the day. Though it's worth it for how my legs look in the heels." She took another swallow of drink. "We should go shopping. You have to let me dress you up."
Thetis laughed, leaning back in her chair, forgetting all about Poseidon's sour attitude. "I'm pretty sure that's one of my lesser-known duties: being my little sister's dress-up doll. You did it when we were girls, too. Used to weave bits of shell into my hair."