High in Olympus, a grand dinner was being held as it did every day in the palace. The main gods had gathered to enjoy the feast, where the finest dishes were prepared for their pleasure.
"Why are you so thoughtful, dear?" Hera suddenly spoke up, noticing her husband's distant demeanor. Seated on her throne, she leaned closer, pressing her ample bosom against Zeus's arm.
"Dear?" Hera repeated, her voice softer and more intimate.
Zeus, who was usually the life of the feast, seemed lost in thought. "Hmm. It's about the Achaean Continent…" he muttered, his brow furrowed.
"What about them?" Hera inquired, curiosity piqued.
"You know, Hera, a war is brewing and could erupt at any moment," Zeus said with a sigh.