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[beautifulmortal]

*exists, as Helens often do, though they do not often exist for this purpose, which is to bother/be bothered by the lovely Nemesis, even with typistly failure*

*is likely stretched out on a couch, in that fantastically vaguely wonderful somewhere*

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[avenginggoddess]

*Throws (...well, not throws, because that would be mean and she rather likes her daughter, but I think you get the point. Right? Right. Moving on) a box of chocolates at Helen*

Happy Valentine's day. Er. Late.

[beautifulmortal]

*catches the box*

Thank you. *and we're actually kind of happy, so we'll smile at the motherthing~* How are you?

[avenginggoddess]

*Grins*

Good. You?

[beautifulmortal]

Well enough. Menelaus is about.

[avenginggoddess]

I saw. And talked to him. He seemed nice enough. I like him more than Paris, anyway.

[beautifulmortal]

Paris is, for lack of a better word, a jerk.

[avenginggoddess]

Stupid, too. I laughed at him when he broke his nose.

[beautifulmortal]

When did he break his nose?

[avenginggoddess]

A few months ago, I think. He asked 'Dite to heal it and got upset when she couldn't.

[beautifulmortal]

*amusion* Serves him right.

[avenginggoddess]

I thought so. I think he ruined his nose.

[beautifulmortal]

That's good news. Maybe women will stop hanging off of him like he's Zeus's greatest gift, but I suppose that's too much to ask.

[avenginggoddess]

At least there haven't been any lately. Well, that I've seen, anyway.

[beautifulmortal]

But how much time do you spend around him?

[avenginggoddess]

Well....none.