"Very well..." Freya said, walking into the kitchen with a slight sway.
"Very well what?" Michelle asked as she grabbed a carton of milk from the fridge to eat with her cereal, her breakfast for the morning. She placed the milk on the table next to her bowl and sat on a high stool.
"Don't play dumb with me, Michelle," Freya said. "As you won't tell me, I'll be direct. How was it to sleep with my brother last night?"
Michelle choked a bit on her cereal at the question and hit her chest to stop coughing. Freya sat on the stool in front of her, and Michelle looked at her.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Michelle said.
"Yes, you do," Freya interrupted. "The moon was more than bright last night, more than usual. That only happens when a god unites with another being who wants to. So..."
"Yes, I slept with your brother last night," Michelle whispered.
"What?" Freya leaned in and pretended to be deaf. "I can't hear you. My hearing is already shot."