Sure, they had discussed the order. Hades had been firm that he should chose first because he was after all the oldest. Zeus had railed against that idea of course, and it was Poseidon who had finally cast his vote on the order and cemented it as such, Hades suspected it was only to quite the whining of their younger brother. Hades shuffled on his feet ever so slightly as Zeus stepped forward, and as Zeus reached into the bag Hades eyes where not on his brothers face as they should have been but instead on the bag. He watched carefully as Zeus hand sunk into its depths and then he watched his brother hand as it oped revealing the white stone. Hades breathed a sigh of relief at the sight, the skis would no be his. For that he would be eternally glad. But he did not let this show on his face, for what was the harm of letting Zeus think he had won what he himself wanted?
Hades then watched as his other brother followed suit and reached into the bag, producing the blue stone. Now, Hades would let him feel slightly bitter over this, for it was the seas that he desired. But likewise it showed not on Hades face as the crone turned to face him. There was only one stone left, Hades knew what was his. But for the sake of appearances he reached into the bag and removed the last stone. But unlike his brother he did not turn his hand over to reveal the color, there was no need, they all knew the color of the stone in Hades hand.