"Three-" and that was that, Cora wasn't letting it get out of hand. If there was going to be a war of the gods it wasn't going to be in a News building and it sure as hell wasn't going to be because Hera was throwing a hissy-fit over Zeus being in a woman's body. Of course, convincing her god-soul of that sort of thing would be a lot more difficult, perhaps copious amounts of alcohol. Yeah, she was going to have to get really drunk.
"Thank you, you have a nice one yourself." And there, that would be it, she would step through those doors and it would be over. Done.
God [or gods as the case seemed to be turning out to be] she was not looking forward to the next meeting if it ever occurred.