Orestes nodded, "Fine with me. I might order something for us to eat while you're cleaning up, then we'll chat. Do you prefer Chinese or Mexican?" Orestes didn't have a preference. He could eat anything.
Orestes hated Helen. He hated Menelaus. He had hated that whole damned war and the mess it had gotten his family into. They had all been perfectly content before that mess. He blamed all of his hardships on Helen and Menelaus. If he didn't have that damned code of not hitting women, he would punch Helen in the face and make her not so pretty anymore. He nodded, "I may have to employ you to help me find her before anyone else does. If we're hanging around, Hermione and Electra can't be far off." He would like very much to see both of them again.