My ploys? Who talks like that?

“Alright. Where’s father? I’ve tried everything. Message in a bottle. Phone calls. Sitting in Hades lap.... among other things... Nothing is working!”

Deadpans and turns off to the camera like in the office. “Boy. Do I have news for you.”

Clears her throat. “Adelaide. DemiGoddess of the sea. Daughter of ...” She gestured to him.

“Poseidon.” She deadpans.

“Fucking hell . .” She massages her temples with a soft groan. “You are my father. I am the daughter of Y O U.”

“Unfortunately. I’m positive.” She grumbled a bit.

“Considering how are conversation has gone? I’m thinking it might be ..”

“Eh. I’ve been with Zeus. It could be worse.” She shrugged a bit.

Squints. “I’d like to not answer that question. Please and thank you.”

“. . . Yes . .”

“Nope . .”

“That’s disappointing. Hades too?”

“Too late.” Shrugs.

“This is not how I wanted this conversation to go. But, whatevs.” She shrugged. “Both it is.”

“I wouldn’t do them together. I value my insides where they are. Thank you.”

Sprawls out. “Afternoon.”

She’s here ... exhausted but here.

“This big old storm . . Somebody tell Zeus to chill the fuck out!!”

Wearing 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔’s shirt? You bet.