It's more complicated than that. But I'll keep that in mind next semester. [Not really. She was about to start her Sophomore year in high school, when she got back. Another year of hiding behind the lunch room smoking pot and vodka in her Gatorade.]

[She smirks, giving him a subtle once-over.] Why, thank you Lord Apollo. I'd say the same but, there's no formal way to address me.

Yeah. French name of the Roman horse goddess or something, I don't know. My brother always thought it was hilarious that Epona was the name of the horse in Legend of Zelda... Regardless, it's a pretty ironic name. But, yeah. She is. Technically I think I was named for a poem. Les Petit Vieilles, if you know it.

[Who was she kidding. Of course he knew it. God of poetry, remember.]