Artemis's kitchen resembled a slaughterhouse with great sides of meat hanging from the ceiling.

"I shall be glad when Hephaestus gets around to making some proper kitchen equipment. The fridge in the surgery isn't big enough to hold all this stuff and it soon goes off if you don't eat it quick.

"He's making stuff now," Athena said, gently cupping the little bird in her hands and pulling it out of her suit. "When I saw him last he was busy making furniture for Hera. ...