"Not that social?" Luna asked him as they went back to the table, finding that unsurprising.
"Hermes is doing well," she nodded, taking hold of her skirt with one hand to smooth it down as she sat, putting her drink down on the table. (Behave this time, drink, she told it silently.) "Been... busy with his work and the like." Luna didn't know how much of an upset Ares fighting with Hermes was causing, if any. Did the Olympians talk about these things among themselves? Was there a text chain they were all in to keep up with grudges, and who was sleeping with who, and what people needed to be turned into wild beasts for acts of hubris?
"He and Peitho have gone away somewhere overnight," she said, taking a sip of her drink. "A romantic getaway of some type."