Aphrodite gave a quirk of Abigail's brow at the mention of Artemis. So, there were more? How interesting. "How lovely." Aphrodite didn't have much of a thought on Artemis. Apollo was always amusing. His sister was lovely, but Aphrodite typically found herself straying else where. Or caught up in the clutches of her jealous husband's snares and traps when she was gallivanting with other gods.
Aphrodite was once more silent, carefully contemplating this and that as she allowed Abigail back into her own mind. "I really hate when she does that." If she could have, she would have given Aphrodite a decent mental kick, too.
"So, this Artemis," Abigail leaned in as well, taking another long drink from her glass. "Do you think she'll be a good fit? Would it have been good for me to send her here regardless?" Abigail grinned, taking in Tobias' handsome eyes.
They looked exceptionally nice tonight. Then again, perhaps that was the alcohol beginning to talk.