“How do you decide which side to go up?” Dionysus asked. Hermes opened his mouth and then closed it before answering. “I never gave it much thought,” he said, his hands pressed to his head. “Fuck. How do I choose?” Dionysus gave him an incredulous look. “How have you lived this long?” “Hey!” Hermes said, pointing at himself. “I’m cunning!” “Sure,” said Dionysus, taking the staircase on the right. “And I drink water.”
