By the time Hermes opens the door, Achilles has resumed perfect house guard posture: back straight, face stern, spear perfectly perpendicular to the floor. Past Hermes, he can see a full tray of culinary delights balanced on Dusa's head, her snakes coiled tight around handles on either side.

"I couldn't carry it all and the prince, well—" she blushes and giggles awkwardly, "He didn't have to! I could have done it in two trips."

"It's no trouble, Dusa. I was looking for an excuse to give my cousin a proper greeting," Zagreus says from the edge of Achilles' vantage. Then, to Hermes, "Hey, glad to see you in one piece. You had me worried, mate."

Achilles steps forward, face neutral, and uses the door's unusual width to keep a respectful distance from Hermes. He takes the wine from the prince with a, "Thank you, lad."

Dusa dutifully floats after Achilles and they arrange the offerings next to the fruit and flowers. While he helps the gorgon reassemble some canapes that tumbled in transit, he can hear Zagreus drop his voice conspiratorially to address Hermes.

"Don't let Achilles stop you from having fun while you're here." Zagreus remembers Anthesteria; how poor Hermes drew the short straw and had to keep his chaperone occupied for the duration. "Let me know if you want to sneak away for a bit."