Hermes piped up at once, “Those humans always have good ideas. I’ll go check.” Before anyone could object, he was off, leaving a vapor trail in his wake.

A table tipped over seemingly on its own, and Zeus bellowed, “Oh for goodness’ sake Hades, take that blasted helmet off. You’re too drunk to go skulking about. We might not see you once you’ve passed out.” The other gods laughed, and Hades, shamed as usual pulled the helmet away, offering a hearty belch as his only defense.

A whoosh of air announced Hermes’ return, that and his rapid fire speech, “Okay, I looked, and good grief, those little buggers are busy. They run this way. They run that way. This one runs here. This one runs…”

“You ought to know something about that, Wingy,” Aries teased, though few laughed at the jibe.

Hermes made an indignant snort, “As I was saying, it’d take something really big to knock their heads out of their busy little ruts. Only question is, do we make it a nice knock, or a naughty one?”