I really wish Medea would stop calling and hanging up.
That's not me.
Then why does your name pop up on my smart phone?
Confound these modern innovations!
Just stop calling, okay?
I'm just hoping that Mermeros or Pheres will answer.
They don't want to talk to you.
I'm their mother!
Aaaaand you killed them.
Was it really necessary for me to die by being cracked on the head by a rotting piece of the Argo?
We like irony.
Argonaut reunion party tomorrow night on the bone-white sands of my Elysium beach house.
Bringing my lyre—of course.
Looking forward to seeing the old crew.
Headed down from Olympus.
See you guys there!
Wait a second. You weren't an Argonaut.
What can I say? I love a party.