She knew it was not proper decorum, but the idea of wing footed Hermes being overly pushy toward Zeus in the feminine body was both so strange and so humorous she could not stop the fit of giggles that seemed to overrun her. Her hand went to run through her hair as she shook her head, trying to get a hold of herself and in a smooth motion her palm slipped from her hair down her cheek to cover her mouth again.
"I am sorry, but the idea of-" She continued to laugh, unable to yet contain herself.