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Hades looks up from the report he got from the surface as she enters the room and offers it to her, saying "according to this, your mother is... having an unusual mood this year."
Persephone sighs, taking the report from him only to toss it onto the desk before she plops herself down onto his lap. "Look, I know my mother will never be happy about this arrangement, but I really don't think she's the one causing these whiplash weather patterns just because she bears a grudge. I mean, she does carry one, of course, but she's not so inconsistent to cause all that mess."