Hermes was standing in front of the fridge, letting the air cool his sweaty skin, when he heard shouting, and then a thud.
Zeus Almighty, what had Apollo done now? He walked back, just in time to catch Luna's wrist. "Hey! What are you doing?" he exclaimed, looking between them. "What's happening?" Look at Apollo, stealing all the cushions. There was an edge, though, one he recognized that could turn and that was something he wanted to avoid.