Thalia slid into the booth opposite Merlin. She made a small face at his question, but brushed it aside with a wave of her hand. "Just family stuff. The usual dramas, you know." Clio being attacked by Lucifer and Aphrodite laying a claim on Melpomene's unborn son was several dozen notches above the usual drama, but those were not things she wanted to think about; not here, at least. "What kind of prophecies?"