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FADE IN
INT: KITCHEN - HADES & PERSEPHONE'S HOUSE, UNDERWORLD, TIAIASBT*
HADES and PERSEPHONE are making hot chocolate from scratch in their chef's-dream of a kitchen. They are both dressed in black robes, with Persephone's having an edging of silver and blue flowers, and Hades' having a pattern of black dog heads on dark blue, arranged in a houndstooth pattern. They both have bedhead.
Hades is watching the double-boiler on the stove as it melts squares of pure chocolate, while Persephone is getting out the milk, mugs, and marshmallows.
PERSEPHONE
(yawns, measures out the milk into a pyrex measuring cup)
So, how was your nightmare, my diamond?
HADES
(stirring the melting chocolate, contemplating)
They all kind of blend into each other these days. I think this was the one where we were both working at the office, and the HOS** reached in through one of the glass-plate windows and grabbed you before swallowing you.
PERSEPHONE
(eye-roll)
Isn't that the eleventh time this month the HOS tried this? I've got the milk when you're ready.
HADES
(holds his hand out for the milk)
Mmm-hmmm. Ready for the milk. How was your nightmare, sweetness?
PERSEPHONE
(hands him the pyrex of milk)
So get this, I had the exact same dream, but this time he grabbed you instead of me.
HADES
(takes the double-boiler off the stove, stirring the hot chocolate)
I won't say the HOS was ever creative. But a thought occurs to me. How do we know he's actually doing these, versus our psyches just inspiring our nightmares as per usual?
PERSEPHONE
(takes the double-boiler and pours hot chocolate into the mugs)
I have no fucking idea. Maybe he created that nightmare the first few times, and then our minds just recreated it?
HADES
(sits down at the kitchen table with his mug, which says "Best Daddy")
Should we make appointments with Chiron and Hypnos?
PERSEPHONE
(sits at the table next to him with her mug, which says "Please Mommy")
I guess so? Did you finish your therapy homework?
HADES
(guiltily)
Ah. No.
PERSEPHONE
(small smile)
Me neither.
HADES
Well. We're both up now, anyways.
PERSEPHONE
(leans into Hades)
I have a better idea of what we could do now.
They kiss.
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INT: STOMACH OF TARTARUS - DARKNESS
Kronos is floating suspended and cackling to himself.
KRONOS
(evil eyebrows)
HA! I really got them this time, I bet!
FADE OUT