Diana shoveled EZ-noodlez into her mouth like she hadn't eaten in a day. "Wait, why should I ask him out? If he's so great maybe YOU should ask him out."
"Wait," Isaac said, finger upraised cautiously.
"Me?" Chore said, ignoring Isaac. "One day," he started, gently lowering Isaac's protest finger, "I decided to train with Ares. He was built like a truck and has a, uh, intensity of focus and I wondered what it might be like to have ALL THAT," Chore said, gesturing vaguely in the direction of Ares' body and energy, "focused on me for a little while."
"So you won't ask Isaac out because you got shot down by the God of War in a clumsy attempt at seduction?"
"First of all," Chore said, raising his own protest finger, "How dare you. Second, who said anything about rejection? Some gods are good at wrestling and some gods are good at ... variations on that theme." He grinned around his own mouthful of noodlez.
"Oh." Said Diana. She looked at Chore for a long moment. "OH. I see." She waved a fork at Isaac, "And our boy here, doesn't have the, ah, intensity you have become accustomed to in your dalliances?"
"That," said Chore, slurping the last of his soup, "And he seems kind of uptight about bedding men."
"I've noticed that about him." Diana said.
"Wait," Dianna said, "let's talk about how you were related to Ares."
"Oh, absolutely not." Chore said, nodding his head at Isaac, "I don't think our boy here's ready for that either."
Isaac, who was studiously focused on his own noodlez consumption simply said, "I hate you both."
"Fair." Diana said.
"You love it." Chore said, grin growing wider.
Isaac said nothing. He really did.
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