[for Matt]

[2020sight]

It's a good night. Athletic, even. Very satisfying for all parties.

Hopefully Matt didn't mind that Epimetheus takes up most of the bed when he sleeps.

To make up for hogging the bed, though, Epimetheus offers to spring for a late breakfast when they finally get up and head down to the bar. Which means getting a booth and plenty of eggs, bacon, and toast, and a lot of coffee. Epimetheus is looking pretty pleased with himself -- for this morning's efforts as much as for last night's.

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[semicharmed]

Matt stares.

"Aphrodite. The Aphrodite."

The expression on his face shifts quickly into 'starstruck,' before he takes into account that Epimetheus does not seem pleased and he honestly can't tell whether it's normal familial grumping or something a little more ... combustible?

He really could have asked about this before he slept with him.

(She's incredibly beautiful. It's almost frightening, the way religious awe is supposed to feel.)

[callipygos]

"You've heard of me."

Aphrodite seems to be ignoring Epimetheus for the moment.

"Well, who are you, sugar? You can tell me, I don't bite." A sip of her drink. "Unless you're into that, of course, in which case I hope my cousin obliged you."

[2020sight]

"Don't buy into the hype," Epimetheus advises Matt.

[semicharmed]

Matt says, "Um."

Followed by, "I'm Matthew Jamison-- Matt, most people call me Matt. Really nice to meet you."

[callipygos]

"So polite," she approves. "I like you already. Hang onto this one longer than Mariposa, won't you Eppy?"

[2020sight]

Epimetheus glares at her.

"Oh come on, that's dirty pool, 'Dite."

[semicharmed]

Matt scrubs a hand over the side of his face.

"That's, ah, very flattering."

[2020sight]

"She's good at that. Take it with a grain of salt. Or a whole shaker."

[semicharmed]

"Uh," Matt says.

"Oh, you know, funny story, I think we're out of salt. Totally not acceptable, I'll go grab some."

(There is absolutely salt at their booth. And the table next to their booth.)

"Be right back."

[callipygos]

Aphrodite watches him go, then slides into his vacated seat with a pout.

"Well done, Eppy. You scared the cute boy away."

[2020sight]

"I am not scary! You are an intruder on a perfectly nice brunch!"

He waves his hands at her. "Shoo."

[callipygos]

"I was just teasing a bit," she protests.

"I never see you with anyone in here."

[2020sight]

"Wh-- I hang out with people here!"

[callipygos]

"And I'm sure it's lovely," Aphrodite says, somewhat patronizingly. "But I don't see you with anyone who looks at you like that nice boy was doing."

She means, 'like someone who has had sex with you, recently,' but she's not confident Epimetheus will pick up on that.

[2020sight]

"That is none of your business," he says, prim.

[callipygos]

Aphrodite laughs at him over the rim of her glass.

"I think it's exactly my business, dummy."

[2020sight]

". . . Tell me you did not have anything to do with this."

[callipygos]

"--What?"

Aphrodite bursts into another laugh.

"Anything like what, pray tell?"

[2020sight]

"Did you set this up?"

Is his whole life a lie?!

[callipygos]

"Paranoia isn't very sexy, Epimetheus."

[2020sight]

Grumpy: "Well I'm not trying to be sexy for you."

[callipygos]

"I guess not," she says, amused.

"Honestly, Eppy, is it so strange for you to have a nice little one-night stand that I must have made it happen? Which I didn't, by the way."

[2020sight]

"I--!"

Beat.

"Am not going to answer that because it's clearly a trap."

[callipygos]

"A trap?"

Aphrodite looks wounded beneath the brim of her hat.

"I just want to know why you'd think I had something to do with this."

[2020sight]

"Because you have a history of hooking people up, particularly with mortals, particularly me with mortals."

HE CAN NAME TWO OFF THE TOP OF HIS HEAD.