"Zeus sees in me a useful ally and confidant," she told him, dishing up food. She was going to need sustenance to continue this conversation. "He knows that backing off was the best choice, else we might have had a repeat of the rebellion that overthrew his father."
She carried the bowls, along with the wine bottle, over to the table, and sat down. "He's always been like this," she sighed, sipping at her wine. "But before, he took his rage out on the sea. He's not nearly as powerful anymore as he used to be, but he still acts like he's all that. But he's got a glass jaw, he never expects anyone to strike back at him."