"I am so pleased," Luna beamed (even more because of the 'good girl'), trying not to think about how annoying it was to be repeating last year, but it had been her own fault for betraying Hermes as she had. That was all in the past now, and the future was full of a degree in creative writing, a thing that was very useful and would truly see her through her life post-gods.
Fuck, she should be studying something of use for thirty-year-old Luna. She was still fairly sure thirty was probably the age gods kicked out their sexy shrine maidens (As Uzume had called her) for not being so nubile anymore. It was best not to think about (while continuing to put money into her savings).
"Looking forward to getting into it and using my brain for something focused," Luna said and then smiled at him. "You and Peitho use my body with plenty focus."