"I like the sound of that - let's make this night a party," Apollo beamed rays of sunlight with his smile, and summoned Percy back with a glance, chattily ordering the bottle, though without letting the conversation get into any depth - he was here for Cin, not Percy.
The bottle arrived just before the hors d’oeuvres arrived on a hexagonal board of white oak; a truffle mousse fashioned to look like a single chestnut each, five slices of five different apples that were to be dipped in a foie gras caramel and then almond apple crumble. There were two tiny slices of potato tart, and on a bed of stones sat two miniature game pies, venison, liver and blood sausage, harking back to the time game meat was a big deal in New York.
Apollo poured Cin a tall glass of champagne. She looked like she was going to need it.