Poseidon stood up as well, while Paul longingly eyed the ambrosia (did grocery stores even still sell that shit nowadays?) and gathered his shiny shiny trident in his godlike hand, which could in fact mightily shank a bitch if the situation called for it.
"I believe the chariot would be best, brother," he concurred, while Paul did a victory dance at the prospect. "Let us be on our way! We have a busier day before us than we previously anticipated."