Clio blew out a breath and she shook her head, "oh, Apollo wouldn't know a boundary if it smacked him in the face. Which I believe has happened on more than a few occasions. I've known him for thousands of years," she said, like it was nothing. But then again, she was History. "And I love him. He has saved my life more than once. But gods, he can be such a shithead," she said.
Ella leaned in from the other room and yelled, "Mom! That's twenty five cents!"
Clio snorted then, "so...we have a swear jar," she grinned. "Good catch, Ella! Sorry, love!" Then more quietly, "it's true though. Olympians...most of them don't tend to understand regular people. They never were regular people and most of them can't seem to get their heads around the fact that this isn't Olympus. So whatever you tell me, dear girl, it stays with me unless you say otherwise."