All the crowing about Greek gods and the like eventually drew Emma from her safe hiding place beneath the table, crawling back up into her seat and smoothing out the front of her skirt as she settled back down. A glance over towards Vince, and then to Paul, and then she was looking back down at her lap, feeling suddenly quiet between the two.
Things suddenly didn't feel as fun as they had moments ago, and she really just wanted to escape, maybe head out to Disneyland, see the children laughing. That was something she could think about right now... not this entire Greek god business.