She leans back against the soft cushion in the back of the booth, hesitating. This is the kind of thing that makes the gods sound less than likable, and normally she wouldn’t say it to someone from Riftwatch. But Ellie deserves some honesty from her, she thinks.

“Maybe,” she says after several moments. “If he did, I didn’t hear about it. But mostly…” More hesitation, and then: “Do you remember the guy I told you about, Chris?” Her ex. “He’s a son of Hermes, but he lived in the Hermes cabin for years and Hermes never actually acknowledged him until all the gods swore an oath to claim their kids. He did it because he got forced into it, not because he saw how fucked up being ignored made his kids feel year after year.”

She twists her lips in distaste. “So I don’t think I’d want him as a patron. Personally.”