Heracles still has a bigger home. "Need me to take your coat for you?"

shakes his head, doing it himself. "You're too nice. Just let me make the baklava then."

smiles at the opportunity for someone ELSE to make her food, instead of the other way around. "Go right ahead.

Kitchen is down the hallway to the left."

nods, making his way to the kitchen and finally eating his precious kit kats. "K. Go rest in living room then. Be like a restaurant."

sits down at the counter. "That's fine. You're technically the guest, here."

smiles and holds up a spatula. "Then you should be cooking and not me."

pokes at the spatula. "You said I could have as much baklava as I could eat."

nods. "You never said anything about take-out baklava."

wrinkles her nose. "You want me to take back those kit kats?"

freezes, shaking his head quickly. "N-No ma'am. I'll get right on that baklava for you ma'am." he says, scurrying off to the kitchen again.

smiles. Hera was a relaxing change of pace from the people she had been dealing with lately...

comes back after half and hour or so with a plate loaded with baklava. "Here. Eat."

fist-pumps. "Heck yeah! I haven't had these in a while." She takes one and eats it. "Fanks." She says, mouth full of food.

nods, taking a small piece for himself.