[When Zoe arrives at the pool, he's perched above the waterfall like the absolute gremlin he is, twirling her offering in his hand. Is he drunk? Is some of that wine already gone? Judging by the sloshing sound...probably! But anyway, he points the bottle her way.]

Good eye! Really picked a nice year. Not that Beauty keeps anything cheap, but if it had been cheap, you wouldn't have gotten a response. You know, everyone keeps getting me booze. It's the weirdest thing. Like, take me out to dinner first before you try and get me tipsy and vulnerable, am I right? But then, what good is being a god if you can't get day drunk?

[Cool.]