A Look of Half-Finished Wonder on Her Face

“Well, aren’t you going to finish her?”

Ares glanced from the drying clay to Aphrodite in the doorway. “No, why should I? She’s got the most adorable confused expression.”

“She only has half of one eye, and no lower jaw! Y’know, when most gods sculpt a sexy woman from the ground up, they don’t half-ass it!”

Although the clay girl he’d just placed on Earth couldn’t hear them, he felt the need to defend her. “Don’t make fun of Derpiopia! She knows how to stare in awe. Isn’t that all a lady needs to know?”

Aphrodite walked away. “Men.”