"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-"
"So?"
"So I'm-I'm-unremarkable-"
"No you arent!"
"Y-yes-I am-"
