"When," Zeus bit off, ignoring the counselor. Life was easier when he could ignore the annoying twats. Zeus' body was stiff with annoyance and tension that his son should be here yet again. A quick glance at everyone so happy and beaming made him wonder what if any latent power Heracles had left over. Heracles, Zeus would admit, had been a thug during his original life but there were times when he could turn on the charm. Despite his almost caveman like mentality at times, Heracles drew people to him like a lodestone.
He was doing it even now. But Zeus was on to him. Narrowing his eyes suspiciously with a look that said that he was on to him, Zeus took his plate and sat with the others. The table was less full this time so Zeus was able to sit a little further apart but that put him closer to the head of the table where he was certain Heracles was going to sit. Damn.
So irritated and dreading the proselytizing that was sure to come, Zeus didn't even wait for grace (HA! Grace. That was rich) to dig into his meal. He was certain to to pay for that but he was hungry and this was a small act of defiance against this weak God they all wanted him to love.