“It’ll be a few minutes, Hermes—what are you wearing?” It looked like a romper and was army green in color. He shoved his hands in his pockets and twisted. “You don’t like it? I call it my lounge suit.” “And…you’re going to lunch in it?” Hermes glared. “Just say you don’t like it, Sephy. You won’t hurt my feelings, and yes, I fully intend to go to lunch in my lounge suit.” “Um, Persephone,” Sybil said. “I think you should take a look at this.” “Oh no, you don’t!” Hermes wrapped a hand around Persephone’s arm to hold her in place. “Hermes, let go of me.” He pursed his lips. “But…I’m hungry!”
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