"What's it?" Athena asks.
"I'm making a scrying bowl."
"It is not good
energetic hygiene, to scry
on people, Medusa."
"Well, if I AM
going to be stuck
on this sad fucking
island you created, Athena,
I am going to need
alternative entertainment.
Besides, you have enough
Here, for another Tale,
and it would favor balance
if your eyes could eat,
a Story that speaks
of Water in containment."
"Fine,
do your best,
N00B."
"I AM
not asking permission,
Athena."