The following day was a day off. Somner dragged Aphrodite along for his usual shopping activities. They invited the others too…
But Hermes has plans for the rest of the boys.
"What's this again, Potentia?" Ymir muttered, sliding into the passenger seat of Hermes' rented van with his arms folded.
Magni climbed in after him, holding a large Styrofoam cup of gas station slushie. "This vehicle is strange. Is it alive? It has many mouths."
"They're called cup holders, Magni," Hermes said, deadpan, as he started the engine.
The van rumbled to life. Hermes grinned over the steering wheel, his eyes glinting. "Buckle up, boys. We're going south."
Ymir gave him a look sharp enough to shatter the windshield. "If this is about Eirwyn—"
"It's not."
Ymir's brows lifted. "It's not?"
"Nope." Hermes popped the "p" with infuriating smugness.
Magni slurped his drink loudly, watching them with rapt curiosity. "Where are we going then, Hermes Potentia?"
