My first instinct is to snap back, ‘Like kindergarteners,’ but Hera doesn’t give me the chance to say anything because she spins around with a powerful kick.

Her eyes fix onto mine. A fire burns in them so intensely that if it burned a hole right through me, I wouldn’t be surprised.

“Umm, of course I’m going to eat this delicious butter that I picked up for a snack.”

I stand up. “Hey,” I say, immediately silently cursing for sounding so pathetic. ‘Hey’? That’s seriously the best that I could do?

Of all the gods and goddesses here at Olympus, Hera is the one I least like running into.