Melpomene had found herself a little bemused to be asked to carry punch, but she'd been too distracted by thoughts of Ares to protest. How furious was he, really? How much vitriol was inspired by her and how much of what he'd said was purely to piss off Apollo?
It made her forget what she'd wanted to ask Marcie. "Marcie," Melpomene said, with a small frown of concern, before the girl could run off towards Ares' car. "Are you leaving because of their fight, or is something else bothering you?"