The little godling paps her tiny hands along the ornate side-table's surface, trying to reach for the drink the god of wine had set aside, just a moment ago; it looked so pretty and bubbly! She simply had to know what it tasted like! And she was certain Dionysus would not mind her taking a little sip... (/ sends you a baby version of spitha, enjoy~ )
dionysus leans back from righting his wife's hair covering , adjusting the pin ever so slightly . it was a two handed job , resulting in a smirk across his face at the thought and the goblet being put down onto the side table . once finished , he summons the goblet to his hand . it drags ever so slightly , causing the god to turn his head to the source of such hesitancy .
he does not expect to see a full baby hanging from the goblet . ❛ what the –– ❜ he separates the child from the goblet , one hand holding a baby , the other holding his goblet . before he can ask his wife for assistance , she's gone , leaving him with the child .
her parentage is impossible to deny but the fact remains that dionysus has no idea what she should or should not be drinking . ❛ ...you won't tell ? ❜ he asks , a rhetorical question since he doesn't expect an answer . ❛ but i'm pretty sure little ladies are supposed to drink out of bottles , hmmm let's see .... ❜
his magic is not enough to change his goblet all that much , but he manages to get a straw involved . ❛ alright little one , take a sip . and don't tell your aunt , i've had enough of getting shot at . ❜