Happy Little Oddities
There were good and bad things about the change back- it suddenly seemed like everything was ten times 'more' than it was before. Henry was choosing to focus on the good parts. Things were right again, and he didn't feel like he'd been pushed into something he hadn't chosen or earned.
And Liz was home. That, more than anything, made him happy. He'd known he was lucky before, but just not how much.
He hadn't talked to Hermes in a few days, and...well, this is kind of big news. So he braves the Colorado winter (which is actually quite sunny and pleasant today, surprisingly enough), and grabs a good Merlot. There are also pizza rolls.
When he gets home, he stands in the kitchen and says, "Hermes Nea Polios, I invoke you...uh, come here and have some wine with me?" He doesn't invoke very often- he's always worried he'll catch the god when he's busy. But...well, if that's the case, he'll just tell him the good news and let him be on his way.
Soon enough, there's an odd sort of whining at the door. Lemme in? Lemme in?
And there is hissing and a fat cat darting into the bedroom. Henry looks confused, but decides to let Christmas have her safe haven and closes it off.
He opens the front door carefully...although less carefully once he sees the dog. "Oh, hello there."
Hi! Hi! Hi! :3 You called? Dog is here! Why is Dog here? Is there food? Can it be tummy rub time? HI.
He certainly seems friendly. "C'mon in," Henry declares, stooping over to pet the dog, then rub his tummy, as requested. "What are you doing all the way out here, huh...? It's a long ways from town."
How does he know just what to do? :O! This man must be a genius.
Dog will trot along inside the house and lick at any part of Henry that's available.
He must be! Or...maybe he just likes dogs, and giving tummy rubs. Henry laughs at the licking and says, "Hey...calm down, sure I'll keep petting you."
And he does so, for a little while. "Hey...you didn't happen to see a greek god while you were out there in the snow, did you? About so high, curly hair, likes tummy rubs as much as you...?"
Henry's tone is light, but he's a bit worried. The only time Hermes wouldn't show up when invoked before, someone had him trapped.
Bark? Tummy rubs? Hey, does that god have freaky-do eyes like this dog?
Wait. WAIT. Dog. God. Has Hermes suddenly become dyslexic and furry?
Henry blinks as the thought hits him. He did call Hermes and then this dog showed up. And he does seem familiar...
Nah, it couldn't be. Could it?
It's a good thing Henry is not afraid of sounding stupid, or saying really weird things. "Hermes? Are you a dog?"
...with a pop there's suddenly a god on the floor.
"Thank you! Hi Henry, and thanks! I, umm, long story."
"Hi, Hermes." Henry stifles a grin, which is possibly the wrong reaction for the current situation, but there it is. Hermes made a pretty cute dog. "Uhm...you want a blanket or some clothes or something?"
"Please?" He stands up and brushes himself off. "So, I've learned my lesson. Or rather, at least, I've learned it for a month or two."
"Good. Really good...that's why you're here, actually. I think." He smiles and then adds, "Hold on, I'll grab you something to wear."
He heads off to the master bedroom, freeing the cat in the process. He returns with a t-shirt and some jeans, and a few blankets to throw on the couch. "I'm back. To how I was. I remember everything now. And I guess you're back, too....uhm, why were you a dog? Or should I not ask?"
"I'm ...I don't know if I should say I'm glad you're back? I like you both ways and sideways, but I'm sorry you're stuck remembering awful things. How's that?" Please don't laugh too much at Hermes doing the jeans-wearing-hobble-dance -- shimmy left, shimmy right, shirt stuck on his face. Yes, he is an elegant deity.
Once he's dressed, he'll flop on the couch and snuggle under some blankets. "...and, umm, you see, there was a staff meeting for my company and, well, I may have, inadvertently umm, made a couple of comments to a young lady who I didn't know was quite so opposed to gents like me. Virgin goddesses don't wear nametags. Anyway, she said I was a dog and should spend sometime like that." Big, dorky grin.
"Oh....whoops." He shakes his head, almost smiling. "Well...uhm, you made a cute dog, at least? I'm glad you're okay."
Henry then retreats to the kitchen to grab the wine. "Thanks for the welcome back, Hermes," he calls. "I didn't...I'm having a hard time thinking of my world going back to that, but....uhm, other than that, this is much better. I'm trying to tell myself that it would've gone back no matter what." He rubs his face for a moment, then walks back in carrying glasses and the bottle. "Would you like some wine? Maybe something to eat?"
"The good thing about my narrative tradition, is I know that for the gods everything always ends up okay." A big, bright smile. Did you ever hear of any of the Greek gods getting in lasting trouble? No, they were forgiven and would go right back to being twits.
"I'd love a glass and if you've got anything that isn't beef jerky, I'd happily have some of that as well."
That makes Henry smile, too. Like everything about Hermes, it's a happy change from Henry's first run-in with 'God'. Things ending up okay...that's something Henry likes happening occasionally.
He sets the glasses down, and pours the wine. "All right. Sandwiches sound okay? I've got all the stuff for them..." And they're easy to put together! He heads back into the kitchen, to grab deli meats and cheeses.
Sandwiches and wine - the food and bevvie of kings.
"Sounds like a plan, boss. What else is new with you?" Oh man, opposable thumbs. Hermes forgot just how cool they are. Finger wagging is a go!
"Not much," he says from the kitchen. "I've been reading up on things I remember now. And lately, I've been hugging my wife." He is extremely pleased about that. "How about you? ....uh, other than the dog thing."
"About the same. Reading, umm, not hugging your wife, and slowly getting used to things. I found a lost Greek and he's been living in the spare room for the last little while. Nice fellow, very lost."
Henry wonders vaguely how much Hermes collects nice, lost-looking fellows. "That's good...did you meet him in the Nexus? That's one thing I haven't seen a lot of there...and used to things being...uhm, normal, you mean? Or normal for you, I guess."
He comes out with two sub sandwiches. They're not quite Dagwood-style, but there are quite a few layers of meat and cheese. He sits down on the couch next to Hermes and asks, "How's that? I know it doesn't really go with wine, but it...uhm, sounded good."
It's a habit. Chaucer used to come over all the time.
"I did. He's okay, still terrified of the television, but I don't really blame him." Sandwiches! Sandwiches always go with wine. No, really. It's the god's honest truth.
"Looks wonderful. You know, we used to have wine with nearly everything. The water wasn't safe on it's own, so you'd mix. It's still a little odd to drink it neat."