all-about-that-basil:
"Oh, I’m sorry, I wouldn’t want you breaking them like the last time, falling in love is always such a trial." Bastet replied with a proud smirk, wiggling his eyebrows in satisfaction. "I don’t know, is it chocolate chip?"
“Sorry, my ass.” He rolled his eyes, leaning back against the window frame. It’s a testimony to how long they’ve known each other that Hermes doesn’t even rise to the bait. “Falling out of love, that’s the real kicker, innit?” He hummed thoughtfully. “Medal it is, then.”













