The grimace would have been the correct expression to keep on his face, but then, a god of war could never resist the thought of a squabbling mob. When the Olympians were all in one place it was a fiesta of face-turning and back-stabbing and people being chucked off cliffs. The glee that followed the consternation made Hermes sigh inwardly, and the cage fighting nearly called for an outward one. The barb failed to stick anywhere on the former messenger's thick, slick skin. "You can come by during business hours and drop them off. I'll give you a discount, what with your being family." He smiled charismatically at the eye that was looking for an uncivil reaction. Ares amplified negative emotions, but Hermes had always known never to act on them, no matter how strong they became.
"I found your mother speaking with Hebe not long ago." He informed him, as much interesting fact as warning. When Hera was in an area, it was better everyone knew it. "There's something to this gathering in California I believe we all suspect has nothing to do with the excellent tanning opportunities and vegan diets."