Paul was wondering why he was Poseidon as well, and wondering why Vince was Zeus - aside from the ego that was measured with Life's Yardstick of Doom. And who was Hades? Who was Persephone? What about Hera? Did that mean that Honey was -
"STOP RAPING MY FRONTAL LOBE, YOU INGLORIOUS VERMIN!" The Lord of the Seas spat angrily, the insult directed at his incarnate; somewhere down on Earth a volcano erupted and the liquid hot magma gushed forth in a rather frightening and scalding hot pictorial representation of his frustration.
A slice of cheese was eaten.
"He was deserving, I quite agree." Back to the normal conversation worthy of gods hanging out at Olympus. "As we all are, brother. I do hope that we find them well when we encounter them at the wedding. I suppose I will request an audience to personally deliver an invitation to our brother Hades."