Eight against one seemed like pretty good odds to Thalia when two of those eight were Olympians, but the rough edge of Melpomene's voice reminded her that pretty good was cold comfort when it was your baby on the line. She retreated a little further into her own corner of the couch and gazed down at her plate, fruitlessly chasing a piece of tart with her teaspoon.
"Artemis," she said suddenly, looking up. "I forgot about Artemis. And Kratos! That's ten. At least ten." Because, come on, who could possibly take Aphrodite's side on this?