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She gave him a sidelong glance, her expression making the response clear even without the use of words - should I really have just asked, Yoongi? Perhaps it was a logical step but, in her past experiences with Gods and their often wayward, troubled children, she knew that things were seldom so simple. She skipped a few steps, yes, but they were presumably redundant steps.
Pulling out her phone, a rather smart mortal invention that she’d covered in a crystal embellishments, Aphrodite arranged for the cab before turning over to Yoongi. She looked him over for a moment, smiling, “Whilst you may not expect a lot from me, dear, I know much more than you think - and I’m a rather difficult mother-in-law to impress. That said, Taemin has spoken fondly of you to me in the past.”
Truthfully, Aphrodite wasn’t sure what she wanted to find out from him. As long as he was truly a nice person, and handsome of course, then there was little that she could object to. “Whose child are you?” she asked, humming just as the cab arrived, “I may have crossed paths with your parent in the past.”
Yoongi was unfazed by her comment that she knew more than he thought - because even if that were true, it was very likely that she still knew next to nothing. And, more importantly, nothing of note. There were certain things that really only Taemin and Angela knew about him, and he had enough faith in his husband to be fairly sure that Taemin knew better than to gossip about those things. Aphrodite’s son loved gossip, but he still had some sense.
“We’re married. I would hope he speaks fondly of me,” he noted, raising an eyebrow. Maybe some people were stuck in loveless marriages, but that would never be them. They had been married well over two years and they were still firmly in the honeymoon phase, with no indication that was going to change anytime soon.
It was a little ironic, that she claimed to know more than he would think about him, but she did not know who his father was. Yeah, he really had nothing to worry about here. Well, except for making a semi-okay impression. He did not really think Taemin would care whether Aphrodite liked him or not, but things would certainly be easier if his mother-in-law did not hate his guts. “Ahulane. Mayan god of war and archery.”
Aphrodite tsked; her son had chosen a rather snippy man to fall in love with, but she vainly figured that it was simply due to her presence. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time that a mortal (or half-mortal) had felt himself lose a few points of common sense while around her. Perhaps she might forgive him for it for now.
“Oh, that is very interesting!” she responded to the information about his father, manicured hands clasped together, “Perhaps he is much more like me that I initially thought.” She doubted that there was a need to explain that she was also involved with a God of War, but would refrain to comparing her love to dear Yoongi’s father.
Sliding into the cab once it had arrived, she directed the driver to go towards Noona’s before turning her attention back to the demigod. “You’ve been to Noona’s before, I assume? It’s definitely one of the better places here on the island,” she asked, smiling rather obliviously - or uncaringly - to Yoongi’s guarded nature. “Do you have any allergies? You simply must try their creme brûlée after. It’s almost as perfect as if I had made it myself.”
