"Men are men are men," Euterpe just shrugged. "I can more than handle myself on their level."

"Were I a rain goddess," Euterpe told him, leaning in and touching her glass to his with a quiet clink, "I'd fix that drought right up for you."

She would, she realised right then, have done almost anything at all for her dear Padraig. He had become her best friend. "You mean so very much to me, Padraig," she told him with a warm smile, her voice suddenly serious and meant only for him.