"Red or white?" Was pleasant, at least, and there was some pleasure at her continued allegiance to his sky. He would swoop back a moment later, offering her the wine of her choice and hanging her coat before clicking back to. "The sky is still mine." Was a softer smile, and she would settle, seated on a couch leaned towards it, then pointing.
She knew it was showing off. She knew she shouldn't exhaust herself over something so silly - but Zeus was both arrogant and a showboat when it came to Hera.
Still, she would split the clouds, pressing them aside and letting a spot of sunset shine through the grey of the darkening evening. Because she could. Because even if it was serious effort, God help her but she wanted to impress Cora. "And I am sure more will return in time." Like his throne. Like the rest of the Greeks.