A glitter of something slightly dark. "Yes, I called her over." The distraction didn't please either Tara - restless with being couped up - or Zeus, who was just a spoiled brat. "I can do it." Was Tara, at least, being not entirely bratty, because she could cook as well, but it was Zeus who shot Hera a look. "Odin? You've been meeting with him?" Deceptively mild.
"I'm fine." Was a bit flatter, both of them. Already setting up the cutting board and looking for vegetables. Stirfry was easy. So she was working with Odin and...hadn't mentioned anything about it. Well, Odin had lost his own Queen, after all. Had to go about poaching other people's. A curmedgeonly thought, but one that Zeus didn't bother trying to quash.