A Priestess's Blood

You're... You're Asking Me to do WHAT??

Back on Olympus, Demeter and I were discussing the best way to grow grain. I trusted her judgement, but I wanted her to know the way my family had always done it.

We were arguing over the way to use the scythe to cut the grain stalks when Hermes came up to us. "Demeter?"

"Hmm?"

"May I steal Amy for a moment?"

"Sure."

I walked out of earshot with Hermes. "What do you want?" I flinched. That came out harsher than I meant.

"Well... Umm..." Hermes turned bright red.

"Spit it out," I said, punching him playfully in the shoulder.

"Umm... Willyougooutfordinnerwithmeplease?"

I shook my head, trying to figure out what he said. "Wait, what?"

Hermes was regaining his composure. "Will you go out for dinner with me?"

I blinked. "Go out for dinner."

He nodded.

"With you."

He nodded again, looking scared. He was probably afraid I'd say no.

"Yes!"

Hermes looked relieved. "Tonight?"

"Sure!"

He took my hand as we walked back to Demeter.