Calliope was dressed nicely, but not too dressy. She didn't want to overwhelm her sister's beau by being too formal, and after all, it was only a home-cooked meal, not supper at the Ritz.
She carried her special cut-glass bowl of ambrosia (sadly, the fruit salad kind, not the "food of the gods" kind- although if a god was eating it, surely that applied?) in one arm as she stepped briskly up to the front door and rapped firmly on it. She had a little gift of her own tucked under her arm too, but hers was for Ella.