Apollo turned toward his second Muse, though he kept his hand on Erato's cheek while he wrapped an arm around Melpomene and pulled up against him. Melpomene looped both of her arms around Apollo's waist, and while she didn't dislodge Erato's hand on his hip, she did kind of crowd it out. "Lyceius," she murmured, pleased at his return and pleased his arm was around her. "My bright wolf."
Apollo grinned at the pair of them, shifting his Erato-arm so he could loop it around her shoulders, so he could hold them both at once. "I think," he said, in the confident voice of one who didn't actually think, but knew for a solid-gold fact. "That this reunion calls for proper champagne. Lars," he called, releasing the Muses as he turned to inquire. "What Dom Perignon do you serve here? If you have the 1996 vintage I will tip you the price of the bottle."
Melpomene looked at Erato over Apollo's back as he leaned over the bar. "That colour is stunning on you," she told her sister. "Wonderful choice."