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"That?"
Hestia giggles. She seems to find Aedan's awkwardness cute. Or funny. Hard to tell which.
"Very simply, be a welcoming, hospitable person."

"Please, call me Hestia. Or Hettie. Whatever you're comfortable with, friend."

She offers him a cookie and a glass of milk.
"So, what troubles you, friend? I am here to listen and aid any friend of the Mistress."

The room he enters looks dark, illuminated only by the fire roaring in a brick chimney to the wall opposite Aedan.

Much of the furniture is old fashioned, but comfortable and comfortable looking. Sitting by the fire and a table is Hestia, who looks....different.

Rather than her child form, the form most of them were accustomed to seeing, Aedan saw an elegant woman, clad in a toga embossed with her symbol, a burning hearth. She has a small smile on her face.

Rather than the distant, superior air most of the Olympians emitted though, she had more of a comforting, homely aura, befitting of the goddess of the hearth.

On the table in front of her are a bowl of cookies and some milk.
"Come, my friend, and sit down."

A door opens in Aedan's domain.

It seems to be emitting warmth, like a roaring fire on a winter night, and it faintly glows orange.

((AEDAN RESPONSE NAO PLS))

((Don't worry, it's going to be docking just for him later.))

((Tabella sighed in relief, knowing that the HerxSen ship had taken sail without Kyle.))

Name: The Human Loving Company
Description: human sympathisers, alien spies
Goal: Human loving. OF COURSE KILLING EVERY LAST ONE OF THOSE FUCKING APES
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>He knows that you wanted to. However, he's not going to forgive you just yet. I will do what I can both to arrange a meeting between you and Hestia and to hasten the process.

Abraxas is normally very understanding, if quite coarse and uncouth. I knew him, many years ago, and he was nowhere near that.

I suppose humanity took a toll on his mind.<