"So I dropped a few things. We all make mistakes." Like make deals with death gods. Meg stopped the furious scrubbing she was doing to the counter and sighed wearily. What was the point in arguing with him? Risking his ire? Not that she could help it. She never understood how she got away with as much lip as she did when it came to Hades; maybe her vain attempts at rebellion amused him.

She looked up at him with exasperation. "I'm not with any crowd, you should know that. I just work here. You're the one making new friends."