[She sits down across from him, with little fanfare, glancing over her shoulder as she does so. She does so with the full confidence that she belongs there and that no one would question why she's sitting aross Achilles, which, well, it's a long ways from the Late Bronze Age but Artemis is still a goddess.]
You didn't see me.
[It's like saying something's a secret. Except she's glancing over her shoulder, implying that to a certain extent, it's somewhat serious...? But only to a certain extent.]
Anything good? [As if they were two friends and not Goddess and Hero Who Is Neato.]
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You didn't see me.
[It's like saying something's a secret. Except she's glancing over her shoulder, implying that to a certain extent, it's somewhat serious...? But only to a certain extent.]
Anything good? [As if they were two friends and not Goddess and Hero Who Is Neato.]