“Why don’t you date, Hermes?” “I date,” he said. “Just not…exclusively. I like a…a smattering of flavors.” Persephone scrunched her nose at his choice of words. “Flavors?” “Yeah,” he said. “Sometimes I like dick. Sometimes I just want tacos.” “Hermes,” she said, a little confused. “Do you mean actual tacos or…” “Of course I mean actual tacos. What other kinds of tacos are there?” Persephone opened her mouth to answer, but then closed it and shook her head. “Never mind. I’m glad you like tacos.”
