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"I thought he said its fine. He said its much better than being worship by mortals. And I wanna know how a giant chicken taste." I replied innocently while letting go of Hermes' shoulder, my hand dropping back to my side as I looked up at the messenger god with wide, curious eyes. He stared back at me for a long moment, his expression a mix of exasperation and amusement as he brushed off the fabric of his crimson cloak where my fingers had rested. Then he shook his head slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "He doesn't taste good," I commented matter-of-factly, recalling the strange, gamey flavor that had lingered on my tongue long after that ill-advised meal. The god let out a short laugh, the sound like wind chimes dancing in a summer breeze. "That's putting it mildly. You do realize you ate part of a minor deity, don't you? Not just any oversized fowl wandering the hillsides." I shrugged, not seeing what the fuss was about. "He looked like a chi

When the world solidified again, the cool mountain air of Olympus had been replaced by the warm, dry breeze of the mortal realm. We stood on a grassy hill overlooking the sprawling city of Athens, where white marble temples gleamed like jewels under the bright sun, their columns reaching toward the cloudless blue sky. Below, winding streets teemed with mortal life – people walking, talking, leading donkeys loaded with goods, and gathering in open squares where colorful awnings stretched overhead. Hermes was the first to step forward, his small wings fluttering with excitement as he took in the scene before us. "Look at all those people! So many potential pranks and mischief opportunities just waiting to happen." He gestured dramatically toward the city with both arms, his purple cloak billowing out behind him in the wind. "But first – food! Where should we start? The marketplace has the most delicious figs I've ever tasted – sweet and juicy, nothing like the ones we grow on

With warm thanks exchanged and cheerful goodbyes called, the small party moved slowly through the still-bustling marketplace toward the city exit. Hermes floated along beside them, his winged sandals barely touching the ground as he hummed a lively tune while juggling three of the fresh eggs with remarkable dexterity - tossing them high into the air and catching them without so much as a wobble. "You know," he remarked casually between tosses, his eyes sparkling with mischief even as his hands moved with perfect focus, "this whole 'farmer's son' experience might be more interesting than I expected. Maybe I'll learn how to grow something besides trouble - though I make no promises about giving up my specialty entirely." He winked at Eirene before tossing one egg particularly high, catching it behind his back with a flourish that made nearby mortals stop and stare in amazement. "Perhaps you could learn to grow olives or figs," Hera suggested with a gentle smile, though she kept a