Orpheus' eyebrows rose ever so slightly over his wine glass, but Calliope accepted the answer she was giving and clapped her hands together.
"How long are you in New York for?" she asked, reaching out to pat Orpheus' leg.
He shrugged expansively. "However long it needs to be. So long as the wind blows in this direction. I need a fresh sound and I haven't been here in decades. I want an urban beat again."
"Yes, I have been keeping up with your work, and I didn't want to say anything, but..." Calliope began, and Orpheus sighed loudly and flopped his head back against the top of the sofa.
"Yes Mother, of course you could tell I was getting tired," he groaned, but with affection.
"Perhaps you'd do well to get back to your roots," Calliope said, trying to sound conciliatory and encouraging. "Go and see Apollo. Visit Dionysus and Hecate, they're both here in the city. Let the old worship reinvigorate you."
Orpheus lifted his head and narrowed his eyes, but then he laughed and looked at Theo. "Doesn't it drive you bananas how right she always is?"