“Might you top off my ambrosia?” Hermes asked. Without even a remark on his forwardness at expecting the Queen of Olympus to serve him, Hera freely poured ambrosia into his goblet. “Anytime.” “I’d say things are looking up around here, wouldn’t you?” Hera nodded. “We’re out of our stagnation, that’s for sure. And we have you to thank for that.” “Me? I hardly did anything. Hephaestus made the mirrors.” “And you made the ar...