"As we are not there, I would hope so," his wife remarked. She watched as Helen grabbed the fruit and inspected it in her hands before bringing it to her face to eat.
"Apple!" she declared.
"Pear," Hera corrected. "That was a pear."
"Pear."
"Yes. Would you like some more?"
Helen nodded, and Hera looked to her husband for another small slice.