Sheila flashed her a grin. "Something will work. If she doesn't stop, I can try and ask too." She shrugged. Try was the most accurate term - Devin was herself. Sheila didn't really want to change who she was, other than changing the spending habits so she could feed herself one of these days.
"It's my hobby - well, not just the Greco-Romans," she gave a firm nod, pausing at a street corner. Looking back and forth, before crossing she went on, "I'm not picky - the Norse and Celts have really extensive mythos as well. I'm still researching Japanese mythology as it confuses me, but Hindu?" There was a happy sigh, before shrugging again. "I could go on forever about it. I'm lucky and my job lets me do that." Meaning she only stopped because she was restraining herself.
Her lips pursed as she made a soft hmm sound, deciding the best approach. Sometimes she went with the text-book approach - just the details when explaining the myths. But Menthe was Chthonic, something that had always interested Sheila - anything related to the death and various afterlifes had intrigued her. She liked filling her own details in on the stories, filling in the blanks that the ruins and texts couldn't tell her.
"Menthe was a daughter of one of the rivers in the Underworld. She grew up on land though, as one of Demeter's - the Goddess of the Harvest and Earth - retinue. When Persephone was kidnapped by Aidoneus-" She winced, ammending with a smile. "Sorry, Hades - things changed. Some years down the road Demeter sent Menthe to the underworld to be a companion to Persephone." She uncapped her bottle of water again, adding, "For some reason, Menthe and Hades developed a relationship. Probably because of the state of things between Persephone and Hades."
She took a sip of water, before covering it. "This continued for some time, until Persephone found out. In a rage she stomped on the nymph, turning her into a plant. Menthe, also known as Minthe became Mint." She gave a final nod, signalling the end of the story. "Usually the nymphs or girls turn because of unrequited love or tragedy. Not because of an affair, that probably was justified."