@elmasbayram location: Mayor's Office notes: they're surrounded by satyrs in suits
"On Wednesdays I take my coffee with three pinches of salt and seven shots of cream, Thursdays I prefer brandy, and on Fridays I absolutely cannot be disturbed before noon. The ghost of Nero and I have very heated debates during the witching hour and I need my beauty sleep to recover." Dimetor looked to make sure Elmas was writing all of this down in her cute little planner, she was so efficient. "If Elon calls tell him no I absolutely will not be getting in his rocket, you saw what happened to that submarine. I told them I told them I told them it was a bad idea but why does nobody ever listen to me?" He looked towards the sea of satyrs and waited expectantly before they all began nodding and saying that everyone should listen to him always. It felt good to be their King again.
"You'll need to do the senate thing because if I go there it might just be me in the room and I can't risk that." It was hard for Dimetor to go anywhere without running into himself. "We're going to have to have fresh venezuelan chickens for dinner, I'll taste the difference if they're from anywhere but so this is very important. Lastly I need my baths drawn to a scalding two-hundred and twenty degrees, if it's not boiling then I can't get clean. Please please no hyacinth, it's too triggering I knew I shouldn't have given Apollo that frisbee but here we are. Horse milk and honey will do just fine, see if Sleipnir is available."