"Somebody."
"I-if someone's angry with me I-I'd like to know-seriously, I-I'm not someone to be jealous of I-I'm not special-"
"......Aphrodite."
"......"
Her lips parted, eyes going wide in shock
"Yeah. My own mother. Can't you believe that?"
He sat down on the floor, looking at her.
"I....why....why would she be...jealous of me....?"
"Cause your prettier than her."
She laughed
"No, I'm not-"
"You really are-"
She shook her head
"I'm no goddess-certainly not a goddess of beauty-"
