“You know, it wasn’t very nice releasing all those raccoons into the myths. What will people say? It’s not historically accurate, for starters.”
“I know,” he grinned to his wife. “But I like them.”
“And what’s with the fucking putti everywhere? They’re creepy.”
“No, they’re cute. And it’s a fun word to say. And they’re going to help me win the Second Gigantomachia. Which is also fun to say.”
“But why are they all over the past now? I remember those events. They weren’t there.”
“Or do you just not remember them being there?”
“Fuck you.”
His grin got bigger.
“You’re bad enough now; you’re going to be absolutely terrifying when you come into your father’s power.”
He did not disagree with her.
