Hestia of The Hearth

       I was rather busy, trying to reap myself. She has knack for driving men insane in more ways than one.

"In defense of my sister, you would probably gain some weight if you ate more bread. But I don't think you jiggling towards people has the effect you're going for."  Hestia couldn't help but giggle at the thought of death coming for someone,  fat jiggling as he inched towards them on a death metal rascal scooter. "I do make a mean bread if you ever want to go that route. White or whole wheat, your choice. I can even do pumpernickel if you're into that." 

Her pun just had him pressing his lips together to suppress a laugh that threatened to bubble up. “You learn something new everyday.” Ares remarked at the little quip before glancing down at her bag. There wasn’t much to say, but he wasn’t really surprised that her bag was able to produce what she needed. “Yeah I have some wine. It’s in the kitchen.” He nodded towards the kitchen before moving to walk over there, gesturing for his aunt to follow. “I have some of Dio’s wine, he brings a bottle over or just leaves one every time he visits. Almost like he’s trying to placate me.” Ares chuckled, going towards his wine rack and among the mortal vintages, he pulled out Dionysus’ own. “Good enough for your tastes?” He then asked, handing the bottle over to her.

She followed him into the kitchen, her mind turning over all the potential rack puns she could make and which one would have the best chance of getting a laugh out of him. Before her no doubt brilliant double entendre could shine, she was handed the bottle and all thoughts of punning left her mind. "Now this is a wine." Hestia replied, her voice quiet with reverence. Even for her, it wasn't every day you got to drink wine from Dionysus himself. She managed to pull her gaze from the bottle long enough to smile up at him. "I thank you for honoring my company with such a vintage. It's truly perfect for this celebration."

"Only because I have a small handful of family members who taught me well—Hermes with his smooth talking, and you, showing me how to be a gracious host. I have you to thank, dear aunt." 

"It's a good feeling to hear someone in this family love this family. I only wish I had your charm," Hestia reached out and pinched his cheek, "And your stunning good looks."

"Hospitality is virtue on the verge of extinction."

"… No. No payment. I came to you with my own sanction, on my own time."

"That's reassuring... and a bit sweet. Please, sit for a spell you must be tired after making the journey here. How may I help you today?"

"Whoa, slow down there crazy, you need to tone it down a little before you surpass Dio." Ares laughed lightly in response to her wild adventures. “I don’t think I would be able to keep up with you, in all honesty. I might bore you in our celebrations.” 

"If you say so, then who am I do deny that." Ares mused with a small chuckle. "That would depend on how you celebrate—I don’t peg you for an all out party goer." 

"And yeah, I have been okay for the most part. Persephone is living with me and my life seems put together, so I can’t complain." 

"That's such good news! I mean, Healthy relationships and having your life together, that's the stuff happiness is made of! We should celebrate. Would you like to celebrate?"