Father!

Without sparing any of us a glance Hades takes his seat at the head.

And soon the large room is flooded with butlers and maids who deliver us enough food to feed twenty or so.

When they scurry back out I take my seat but not without jabbing Zeus's thigh under the table with the fork I had not surrendered.

For a while I searched for the proper position for placing my weapons and during that time I noticed that it wasn't only me who keenly observed Hades for a sign of a reaction.

But all we got was nothing.

And when I finally figured out where to place them one went crooked and the other fell right off the table, a little too far from where I sat.

It was as it the forks had grown wings, nasty naughty wings.

So once again I got off from my high chair to pick it up. But as I bend I feel something soft and rather ticklish brush past my hair.

By the time I realized what exactly happened Hades had already gracefully