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Video: Persephone
[Even though they're visiting a planet at the moment, Persephone's not gonna let her babies not be taken care of. Persephone is kneeling down with her hands in a bare patch of dirt. It's a small patch, one that she's clearly taken other plants out of. The entire garden has massively grown. The small fruit trees are weighty with fruit, and the plants are huge with not only fruit and veggies and herbs, but there's also some flowers as well.
As she talks, Persephone tucks a seed into the earth and then raises her hand slowly, and an exotic flower from the planet blooms.]
Ya know, I think that we should take a collection of seeds from all the places that we've been. Kinda like a a sorta what do ya'll call it? Souvenir thing. Or....
[Persephone shifts to another patch of earth and just spins her hand over the ground, causing a new fruit to grow.]
If there's somethin' missing from home, plant wise come along and find me, and I'll see if I can recreate it for ya.
As she talks, Persephone tucks a seed into the earth and then raises her hand slowly, and an exotic flower from the planet blooms.]
Ya know, I think that we should take a collection of seeds from all the places that we've been. Kinda like a a sorta what do ya'll call it? Souvenir thing. Or....
[Persephone shifts to another patch of earth and just spins her hand over the ground, causing a new fruit to grow.]
If there's somethin' missing from home, plant wise come along and find me, and I'll see if I can recreate it for ya.

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And to check on what she's been up to with the plants.]
Parsley has always been a personal favorite of mine, but one can never go wrong with pomegranates.
[He offered by way of introduction in that light, faintly monotone way he did. So matter-of-fact and idle all at the same time. He had no way of knowing if such plants would have any meaning to her but far be it for him not to try. She wasn't human, maybe she would catch those references. Or at the very least that this strangely unassuming man was trying a little too hard to be unassuming.]
Love what you've done with the place.
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[Persephone ignores the comment about pomegranates in favor of sitting down on the floor with her legs in front of he. The Goddess pulls out her flask as she looks up at him, and then she takes a rather big sip from it. Oh, like Lucifer she knows he's a fellow immortal, a Celestial in fact and she ain't scared of that.
She would prefer that this angel didn't end up doing something like brining up memories she sure as hell don't want stirred up. Ain't no good in 'em old stories, and there ain't no going back to the time and place for that either. If she couldn't get through her husband's mind when she was there last then no one was gonna be able to.]
Any other myths ya'd like to talk about. Cause despite what men [It's clear that when Persephone says 'men' what she actually means in the whole human species.] say, they got that part wrong."
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[No reason to be afraid, he did not come with threat in mind but merely curiosity. If he intended to cause trouble he'd be far less direct about it. While she settled on the floor he found himself a spot to perch, and quite literally perch. Crouched down leaning on his toes and seeming no less comfortable than another might in repose.
Her response did earn something of an apologetic incline of his head. It wasn't quite that story he was talking about, but the two did have their parallels.]
Quite, given they keep calling it an "apple."
[He was talking about a very different tree.]
They do have a way with stories.
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But there's a fond little smile as she talks about humans, taking another drink of her flask and then offering it over to him.]
Always have. One of the things I like best about 'em. Especially when they combine those stories with music. Since my brother's gone and gotten himself dead, they seem to be the only new source of 'em.
[Persephone does feel like she bears some responsibility for it, but not all of it. As the seasons stopped changin', humans stopped believing that Apollo drove his chariot across the sky. And without someone to believe in ya, ya don't last very long as a god.]
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He would also much rather talk about the humans.]
Ah, those are the best, I agree. Though under new titles now their fondness for minstrels not faded. It will be a tragic day when they do.
[An unfortunate truth of their existence. Being a servant Murmur wasn't completely at the whim of disappearing the same way, but their power did still wax and wane in accordance with faith.]
I apologize if I have stirred up unpleasant memories. I must admit it's a novel experience to actually speak with a deity such as yourself.
[His own Creator was still out getting the milk.]