[eppy]

[callipygos]

Aphrodite has been feeling hungry for gossip.

Well, 'hungry' may be too strong a term. Peckish, perhaps. In need of a light nibble. And, since there is no place in the manifold universe better for the acquisition of interesting tidbits than Milliways, she's sitting at the Bar with a fragrant drink that seems primarily to involve whiskey, cherry, and orange bitters.

She has on a sleek black trenchcoat (for secrecy) and a pair of high high heels (for the femme fatale in her).

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[callipygos]

"That's a common misconception, actually," Aphrodite says. "There is no point-- there's just what works. So if radio silence and random chance is really what you want, then all right."

Aphrodite is not convinced Epimetheus knows what he really wants.

[2020sight]

He shrugs, slightly baffled.

"It works okay for me."

[callipygos]

Her eyebrows arch.

"I didn't ask if it works okay. I asked if it's what you want."

[2020sight]

"Okay," he sighs, "cousin, what makes you think I'm not doing what I want? I did the long-term thing, once. You know that perfectly well. I don't do it anymore, I don't want it anymore, I don't want to want it."

He shrugs again and rubs Miss Thing's ears. "People come and people go. Even our kinds of people. I like it when our paths cross, but I don't see the percentage in chasing after 'em. Not like I'd be around for them forever."

Smiling -- sort of -- he picks up his drink with the hand that's not full of kitten.

"Happy?"

[callipygos]

Aphrodite considers.

"Yes," she decides. "I think so."


A pause, then, "But I'm not saying do anything long term, or even chase after anybody. I'm only saying that sometimes, like when you've rescued a cute little kitty, you could get some really lovely sex awfully easily, if you'd only advertise a bit. Help paths to cross every now and then."

[2020sight]

He rolls his eyes.

"Oh, please."

If he has a rescued kitten, clearly he has higher priorities than sex!

[callipygos]

"No, I'm serious!"

Aphrodite finishes off her drink and sets down the glass, which promptly disappears.

"Just think about it, all right?" She extends her fingers towards Miss Thing, adding in a cooing tone, "Think about it a little bit."