fandomtownies | Dite's Decadent Delights, Friday

Now that the decision to throw a grand holiday party had settled in, Aphrodite had made lists as to what needed doing. And phone calls. Lots of phone calls. Including the one she was currently just ending.

"Right. Well, have a nice day. Goodbye." She hung up with a disappointed look on her face.

Hercules jumped up on the counter in front of her and licked his paw. 'Dite absentmindedly reached over to sniff him. "Can you believe that, Herc? He'd rather complete a job for the King of Norway than come to Fandom and carve an ice sculpture of me for the party. Why is that, huh?" She huffed, then sniffed, her nose catching a strange odor. "And -- why do you smell like -- beer?" Then she rolled her eyes. "Oh, Jack."

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