[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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[callipygos]

"Melts in your mouth," Aphrodite approves, gently accepting the candy. "Well thanks for thinking of me, sugar."

She casts Epimetheus a backward glance, then smiles at Matt.

"I hope we meet again."

[semicharmed]

"Yes," Matt says. "Um-- yeah."

When she's gone, he glances towards Epimetheus, approaching the booth slowly with a container of salt.

"I asked around in the kitchen, and they recommended fleur de sel."

[2020sight]

". . . Did you actually get salt?"

[semicharmed]

"Mmhmm," Matt says, coming a little closer and holding the salt aloft for inspection. "And I figured since I was gone for so long, it should probably be a really special salt."

[2020sight]

"That's . . . adorable?"

He might be coaxed out of his sulk a little, even.

[semicharmed]

Matt breathes out a soft laugh, dropping back into his seat and setting the salt down between them.

"I panicked a little bit. Is everything okay?"

[2020sight]

"Oh, it's fine."

NEVER MIND, STILL SULKY.

"She just likes to stick her nose in where it doesn't belong."

[semicharmed]

He gently nudges Aphrodite's empty glass to one side.

"Should I be worried?"

[2020sight]

"About Aphrodite? On principle, yes. Ever hear of the Trojan War?"

[semicharmed]

Matt's eyes widen slowly.

"Well, when you put it that way."

It's not like it's exactly unheard-of for people to fight over him. The poetry battle was funny at the time, but now it feels a little like a lyrical harbinger of things to come.

... Maybe that's overdramatic. But maybe it isn't??

[2020sight]

"--Ah, shit," he sighs. "That's not what I meant. I mean -- the Olympians are about as trustworthy as a traveling salesman named Slippery Joe. But they don't generally do anything as fuckin' disastrous as start wars these days."

[semicharmed]

"Okay," Matt nods, "that's good to know."

He reaches for his lukewarm coffee.

"I only ask because of that thing where I'm in trouble a lot."

[2020sight]

"Well, like the song says, she" -- he jerks his head in the direction Aphrodite sashayed away -- "is a worrisome thing. But if you stay on her good side or out of her way, you oughta be fine."

[semicharmed]

Matt sips, contemplating maple sugar candy and blues in the night (and, a little bit, slipping his lips over Epimetheus' fingers and sucking, but he knows that's not a terribly productive tangent at the moment).

(He also knows he can't really blame said tangent on a run-in with the goddess of love.)

"I'll do my best, then." A slight, crooked smile. "I can be charming occasionally."

[2020sight]

That finally gets a grin out of Epimetheus again.

"Yeah, you're pretty charming."

[semicharmed]

This, sadly, does not particularly deter Matt from thoughts of sex.

The continuing crook to his mouth may communicate something to this effect.

"Mm," he says, after a beat, "well, if that's settled ... I would like to try some of this fleur de sel. And then I'm not sure what your plans are?"

[2020sight]

He snorts. "Strenuously avoiding nosy family members, probably."

[semicharmed]

Matt sprinkles a little fleur de sel over his eggs.

"Respectable start." He takes a bite, chews. "And if you want to go do that now, no problem, it's been a lot of fun. But I can't help but notice that there's one place your family's unlikely to be."

[2020sight]

Epimetheus grins.

"Pinky, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

[semicharmed]

Pinky?

"If what you're thinking is 'room, upstairs,' then yes, I am, and it's downright eerie."

[2020sight]

"You're not telepathic, too, are you?"

[semicharmed]

"Thankfully, that is not among my various powers."

[2020sight]

"What a relief."

He nods at the remaining bacon.

"Well, keep your strength up."

[semicharmed]

Matt forks up a piece of bacon and another bite of eggs.

He gives Epimetheus an angelic (and close-mouthed) smile.