Vince? Who the fuck was that potty-mouthed plebeian... wait a minute...
Ahem, as The King of Fate and Law sat straight as the devotedly clasped incandescent gold sceptre at the rightward of the throne arm, he held protectively the chin of Eros and then, with a surprising affection wielded only in moments of triumph or pity, the God patted his grandson's miniature, shimmering mound of a shoulder and gestured for him to depart with a strike of his finger toward the forums garden collonades. "Go, go then to your task erote, and be sure to consult your mother as to your gift decision, for she is well known for her wonderful taste, and ah, inform her for me? My ears have harkened of a Princess the mortals speak of... one that rivals her beauty... I believe her name is Psyche. It may be of interest to her for looking into."
It's quite possible that Aphrodite and Zeus were two of the biggest trouble makers on Olympus -- no way Vince wasn't going to tell Lia about some ho who thought... hey... what was all this about a Vince and a Lia? the white clouds of Zeus' eyes shuddered again, as Eros blew kisses to all parties he left behind in a flurry of sparkle, ivy, and ambition.
Nike had already come back with mead the Sea preferred and the red wine Heaven did. As well ambrosia and cheeses on a silver platter fashioned by the talented hands of Hephaestus himself.
"Indeed, brother, it'll be far too easy to convince Boreas, and then we'll have nothing left of our day but to perhaps consult Hades of the affair of your union? For surely he will be attending with Persephone?"