Adore

Chapter Eleven

A Series of Fortunate Understandings.

Being the eldest child is tough. You have the responsibility of caring for your younger siblings, of guiding them the right paths, of making sure they don't stray from their responsibilities. Yet, being the youngest would also be tough. You have to keep up with the belittling your elder siblings do. You constantly need to prove to them that you can be someone special, too. Yet, in Hestia's opinion, the hardest part is when you're both the eldest AND the youngest.

Sometimes, she would've liked to badly scold Zeus on his behavior towards Hera, his own sister and wife, with how often he was gallivanting with his numerous lovers. She could understand it if Hera was like Amphitrite, who acted as if she was in Hera's place. But, Hera, as far as she can see, only lashed out at the demigods because she was lonely. She can't have the luxury of having demigods herself because she was the Goddess of Marriage, and therefore, is expected to uphold the sanctity of her marriage with Zeus, and even though he knew this, he still went searching for his latest find for the decade. And was it really a wonder that Hera hated the demigods that Zeus sired? She really can't blame Hera, though, she was also partly to blame because she never really reached out to the demigods, preferring to identify each and every one of them like her many step sons and daughters, like they all hated her. So, to cover up her insecurities, she erected up her scornful façade of each and every demigod, never bothering to reach out to them. But, she hoped that with this new one, this daughter of his kind brother, would c***k her icy exterior and expose her to the knowledge that not all demigods are cruel.

With Demeter, she wanted to shove her face to the fact that Hades is not at all a bad influence on her precious daughter. That Hades treated her well, befitting of her status. That Persephone WANTED to stay down in the Underworld because she LOVES Hades. But noo. Whenever someone mentions the name Hades, or whenever the Winter Solstice comes, Demeter transforms from the normally calm and stern woman to an irrational mother who think her precious daughter is suffering from her husband's poor treatment of her, nevermind that said husband is her brother. Honestly, she just wanted to shake her head in exasperation.

With Hades and Poseidon, she had the least worries. Well, except this whole misunderstanding between them. She knew, from their conversation just before Zeus summoned the whole Council, that Hades truly believed that Poseidon was the one who stole the Master Bolt, AND his Helm of Darkness. Yes. She was the only one who knew that her brother's Helm of Darkness was missing as well. And she promised him that she would find out if Poseidon was really the one to blame in this matter.

Therefore, here she was, in the guise of a nine year old girl with mousy brown hair, and eyes smoldering merrily like flames from a hearth, skipping away to Poseidon's temple. There was another meeting later in the day, though, so Hestia thought this time was perfect for asking his little brother, seeing as she had a plan to endear his daughter to the council later.

When she entered the temple, she went straight to the back, knowing that Poseidon had transformed it into an extension of the sea below, so he could still feel a connection to his domain. As it was, she was right when she spotted his laid out form down on the sand at the edge of the tide, watching the horizon pensively. She quietly skipped to a spot beside him, and plopped down, waiting for him to finally notice her presence. A few minutes later, she was rewarded. Poseidon seemed to shake his head before tilting it sideways to look at her, a warm smile present on his face. "Hello, Big Sister."

Hestia laughed, her giggles tinkling like wind chimes. "Poseidon, you do know that you and Hades are the only ones to call me that anymore. I am not the eldest anymore." But Poseidon just smiled at her. "You will always be the eldest to both myself and Hades, Hestia. It doesn't matter how we all were regurgitated by our father. You were the one born by our mother first, therefore you're the eldest." Hestia sighed as she hugged her knees close to her chest. "Your explanation sounds so simple, yet so complicated at the same time, brother." Poseidon chuckled a little, bringing his gaze back to the horizon. "Just because I don't usually show it doesn't mean I don't have the capacity to think, sister." Hestia giggled a little, confirming his statement. They stayed like that for some time, before Hestia finally summoned enough courage to ask him her question.

"Poseidon, tell me truthfully. Were you the one who stole Zeus' Master Bolt?" Poseidon, at this point, heaved a great big sigh as he leaned back on his palms, looking up at the morning sky. "Sister, let me ask you this. Is it in my personality to steal something as powerful like his Bolt just because of a silly argument of who Mother likes best?" Hestia sighed, conceding the point. But, what about the Helm? "But what about Hades' Helm?" At this, Poseidon turned to her, his face shocked. "What do you mean? Is Hades missing his Helm, too?" She sighed, hugging her knees tighter. "Yes, it is. That is the main reason why he's so angry right about now. He thinks young Persis stole his Helm at the same time she stole Zeus' Bolt. That is the reason why he sent Alecto to the girl's school to determine if she really is your daughter. That is the reason why he sent the Minotaur to prevent her entry to Camp." Poseidon just sat there, listening to her explanation with wide eyes. But, as she stopped talking, he snapped out of his shock to look Hestia straight in the eyes. "Sister, I swear by the River Styx, that I, nor my daughter, have anything to do with stealing either of my brother's weapons." Thunder boomed in the sky, sealing his words. Hestia's pensive expression grew a little relieved by his oath. "No breaking it this time, brother?" Poseidon's solemn face melted into a gentle one, his smile lighting up the atmosphere. "I only broke the oath because I found Sally. I found a woman who truly understood me. No screaming that she must be the only one, no jealousy, no suspicions. Just, Sally. She was the perfect woman for me, sister. Smart, graceful, strong-willed, everything I could ask for in a wife." "Yet you cannot." At this, Poseidon's face crumpled into a miserable one. "Zeus was the one to arrange my marriage with Amphitrite. Oceanus had offered her for his amnesty. Zeus just thought that it would strengthen his rule, so he convinced me. And I, even though I knew in my heart that she wasn't the one for me, said to go ahead, just because my brother asked me a favor. Look where it has gotten me."

Hestia sighed as she confirmed what she had been wondering for years. Zeus really took for granted all of the things his siblings had done for him. Yet, everytime she would say something, Zeus just looked like he was humoring her, then brush off her words and continue on his own merry way. How big his head had gotten. "It seems it wasn't just Hades who drew the short stick." "Just because we wanted to do a favor for our little brother." Poseidon sighed.

Hestia, by this time, was about to say something else, but quickly closed her mouth when the sound of thunder booming in the sky, different from the one in which oaths are sworn, reached their ears. "Zeus is calling the Council." Poseidon slowly stood up, brushing the sand from his shorts. He then extended out a hand to help Hestia, who took it gratefully. She brushed down her simple brown dress then smiled at Poseidon. "Shall we go, brother?" Poseidon smiled at her. "Let's."

Once they had arrived, the only gods who were not present were Aphrodite, Ares and Hephaestus. The others were already seated at their thrones. Hestia gave Poseidon a warm smile before flashing towards her hearth, resuming her duty. Poseidon just smiled indulgently as he preferred to walk towards his throne, absently materializing his Trident and holstering it on the stand his throne afforded. Zeus glared at his action, eliciting a discreet eye roll from the Sea God. Really now. Zeus really would have done great as the God of Theater. A few minutes after, Ares and Aphrodite flashed in, with Ares looking smug, and Aphrodite looking slightly upset. Poseidon raised an eyebrow at her, but she redonned her 'public' face, giggled and shooed at him, making him shake his head. He really couldn't see why Aphrodite tolerated the childish – yes, childish – War God when she was already married to the much down to earth God of Blacksmiths. He was much suited to her real personality than this frivolous god that had nothing in his mind but war. Poseidon just thanked the Fates that every one of his demigods had not inherited his love of war, but just his skill with it. But still, it wasn't his call to make, so he'll just stand to the side and observe. She knows how to handle her life. If she needs help, he'll be there.

But, back to the present, Athena was already shaking her head, sending a glare to the War God, while Artemis was huffing, turning her head to Athena's direction, preferring to pretend that Aphrodite didn't exist. "And just why were the two of you late?" Zeus' voice boomed inside the throne room, making Poseidon make another eye roll. Aphrodite caught his eye and winked, before looking at Zeus with a flirtatious smile. "Oh, we were just having a date, Father." Hera just sighed, not even bothering on lecturing the Love Goddess on the merits of marriage, seeing that Aphrodite just breezed past her lectures. Well, with her own marriage, she was sure that the Love Goddess had the right idea, but still, if she admitted it, she would become a hypocrite, so she just stayed silent.

Athena transferred her glare to Aphrodite upon her statement. "Will you stop acting like this? You're already married!" Only Poseidon noticed the brief flash of mischievousness that appeared on Aphrodite's now purple eyes. He absently wondered what Aphrodite has planned when he heard her respond to Athena's vitriol. "Really now, Athena, dear. Would you lighten up? I know! You're like that because you're lonely right? Okay, after this session, I'll get started on your love life right away!" Apollo, and Hermes, who were, he was guessing, pretending to be in deep conversation, gave a unanimous snort at Aphrodite's statement. How, do you ask, were they able to talk? Well, Hermes managed to convince Ares that the more time he spent with Hephaestus, the more the god will be willing to fix his bike for him whenever he manages to break it, so they had switched thrones. Well, you can imagine how pleased Hephaestus was with the arrangement. Meanwhile, Dionysus, who had his head buried inside one of his wine magazines just shook his head, and hiked up the magazine further up on his face.

At this point, Hephaestus, in his original form, had already flashed to his throne, so Demeter cleared her throat, stopping yet another verbal bashing of Aphrodite from Athena. "Now, I believe we are complete, seeing Hephaestus is now here. Can we start?" Zeus just nodded, starting the meeting.

"I have called you all here for a need to discuss our current problem, which is, -" "No offence, Dad, but we already know that if your Bolt isn't returned by the Solstice, we're going to war." Apollo interjected hurriedly, with Hermes nodding his head enthusiastically, desperate to not hear any more threats. Dionysus grunted an agreement, never once lowering his magazine. Athena was stoic, but they could all see that she was grateful for the reprieve of not listening anymore to the 'upcoming' war. Artemis just sighed breezily. "I have to agree, Father. We all already know the specifics." Zeus, by this time, was turning an unhealthy shade of red. "Well, then, what do any of you propose we should discuss!?" Before any of them could voice out that they were leaving, Hestia's sweet voice occupied the throne room. "May I contribute to this session?" Each and every one of the gods looked at Hestia, who was gazing at them with her fiery lit eyes. Hera was the first one to speak. "Of course, Hestia. No one is preventing you to share your own thoughts." The Queen of the Gods smiled at her sister, who smiled at her back. Zeus just sighed. "Very well, Hestia. What do you propose we discuss?" "This." Hestia then made a bonfire appear at the center of the room and with a wave of her hand, the smoke coming from it condensed and formed a projection of a scene, which happened to be located at Half-Blood Hill, were Chiron and a bunch of demigods were saying goodbye to a group that were obviously the group Chiron approved to go on a quest to retrieve the Bolt. Each and every one of the gods straightened (well, except for Dionysus), looking at the scene in interest, especially those who had their children shown. Zeus looked at Hestia, a questioning eyebrow lifted. Hestia just smiled, gesturing at the scene. "I propose we observe the on goings of this quest, seeing as it is deeply rooted to your concerns, Zeus." Zeus looked like he wanted to object, but one look at the council room had him sighing and nodding in defeat, knowing that he was outnumbered. Hestia's smile just widened.

Poseidon never noticed this, for the instant Hestia made the scene appear, all he could do was to stare at his precious daughter, who, at the moment, was talking to a pretty raven haired girl with the exact same shade of blue as Aphrodite's eyes were when she was in her real personality. How does he know that the girl he was staring at was his daughter? Because of her eyes. Her eyes that were the exact same shade as his. Anyway, back to the current topic, the girl had her hands on her hips, looking like she was scolding his daughter. "Hestia, could you-?" At this, Hestia only smiled and snapped her fingers, making sound come out of the bonfire.

"-to L.A.! Vegas, hun! You need to look the part! Now, I've gotten the cabin together and got these clothes for you four. They're all second-hand, but well taken care of. I've got night dresses for Percy, and suits for the guys. I've also stuffed in there matching heels and shoes for the outfits! Oh, and all of your toiletries, dear. Now, have fun and save the world for me, hun!" The girl, definitely Aphrodite's, mothered them as she then kissed his daughter on the cheeks, waved to the two boys, and, blew a kiss to who looked like the satyr that had been given the mission to protect Zeus' daughter and had failed. What, exactly, was the satyr doing there!? "Dionysus." At this, Dionysus finally looked up from his magazine, hearing the serious voice of his uncle. At seeing what was happening, he sighed as he put down his magazine, and focused on his uncle. "Your daughter considers the satyr to be her closest friend. She herself said that she would have him accompany her to any quest she had." He said, correctly guessing what was on Poseidon's mind. At this, Poseidon nodded, turning back to the scene. Aphrodite was gushing over the actions of her daughter. "Silena is such a sweetheart!"

His daughter then walked towards one of the boys, the sandy haired one, while Aphrodite's daughter, Silena, started to harass the black haired one. He vaguely heard Hermes' whisper. "Luke?" He looked at the Messenger God, who was looking at the sandy haired boy with undivided focus. Ah, so this was the favorite boy of Hermes, then, he thought as he turned his gaze to the two demigods, chatting about something. Athena, meanwhile, gasped slightly at hearing the name Annabeth being mentioned between the two halfbloods. "What is going on here?" she whispered, her gray eyes narrowed in concern.

Though, Poseidon dismissed Athena's reaction in favor of growling, loudly, when he heard their conversation. How DARE he? How DARE he get close with HIS daughter! Hermes was now chuckling nervously, noticing how agitated his uncle was. Well, then Poseidon looked up, and glared straight at him, which made him squirm uncomfortably. "Erm, Uncle, don't be hasty-!" He nervously laughed, trying to pacify the enraged father. Apollo and Ares were quietly snickering at him, while Aphrodite, Demeter, Hestia and Hera were cooing at how cute an overprotective Poseidon was. Hephaestus was smirking, while Artemis was just shaking her head. Zeus just sighed. "Poseidon, stop glaring." The Sea God did stop, but before Hermes let out a sigh of relief, he was overcome with nervousness once again at Poseidon's whispered threat. "If he's not up to standards, Triton will have his head, after I cut off what makes him a man in the first place. Am I understood?" Hermes just gulped and nodded frantically, fervently praying that Luke passes whatever standards his uncle and nephew have. Hephaestus leaned towards him and Apollo. "Don't worry. Aphrodite won't let that happen." He then nodded towards his wife, indicating her plotting look. Hermes took one look at Aphrodite and promptly whimpered. Oh Fates. Now he KNEW Luke would have to get over a mountain and a half to earn his uncle's approval. Apollo heard Hephaestus' comment and winced. "I better have a talk with Nike, don't you think, bro?" Hermes just whimpered.

While Hermes was busy worrying for his favorite son's health, and Aphrodite was busy cooking up plans for Percy's love life, the other gods again focused on the scene on the bonfire, in which now, a girl with stringy brown hair was approaching the two chatting demigods. Ares straightened, grinning at this. Once the girl delivered his threat, Ares laughed. "Well! Never mind that she's a girl, your daughter must be made of good stuff to impress one of my own, Uncle!" He never did notice the disgruntled look all of the women threw him, especially Aphrodite's, nor did he notice Hephaestus hiding a grin. Poseidon, meanwhile, looked straight at the War God. "Are you saying my daughter is weak, Ares?" Ares stopped laughing at that, inwardly panicking at the tone his uncle used. "Err, no! I meant-!" "Uncle, your daughter is leaving." Hephaestus pointed out, making Poseidon look back onto the bonfire. Ares heaved out a sigh of relief, while grudgingly nodding in thanks to Hephaestus, who just nodded back.

As it was, when the three Furies boarded the same bus the demigods were on, Poseidon had stood up, already preparing to flash to the Underworld to give his brother a good tongue lashing. No matter how guilty he might think Percy and he was, that wasn't excuse enough to sick ALL of the Furies on her! IT WAS HER FIRST QUEST! Fortunately for everyone, however, Hestia had managed to get a hold on him before he flashed out. Poseidon looked at her hand gripping his, then looked at her. Hestia slowly shook her head, her eyes reminding him of their talk awhile ago. Poseidon then sighed and conceded, making almost all of the gods to sigh in relief, even Zeus.

Well, almost all of them. Ares just groaned, the fire in his eyes dying a little. Hephaestus noticed this, and shook his head. Really now. His brother was an i***t. Ares noticed him and growled a little. "What?" The fire in his eyes had burned a little brighter now, clearly anticipating a fight. Hephaestus just sighed. "Really now, brother. Stop the theatrics. That's not fire, and fire is not a signal to start a war." Ares just grunted, making his eyes burn brighter and larger. "Oh yeah? Prove it!" Their spat had gained the attention of every god, even Poseidon and Hestia, so Hephaestus just sighed and held out his palm, waiting. Slowly, small tongues of fire had begun gathering on his palm. Ares just laughed incredulously. "Hah! If you call that a fire, I-!" He was promptly cut off by the fire in Hephaestus' hand, which then grew as tall as the numerous pillars surrounding the throne room, and had gained a bluish tint to it. The God of Blacksmiths let the fire keep going a little longer before extinguishing it with a clench of his hand. "Impressive." Aphrodite commented, her eyes going from purple to blue for a few moments. Hephaestus saw this and nodded, a small satisfied smile on his current deformed face. Ares turned red pretty quickly but was cut off by Hera repeating Aphrodite's sentiments. Hephaestus blinked, surprised, but graciously received his mother's praises. When he looked at his father though, he found that he was scowling a little, not looking at him, but focused on the on-going scene on the bonfire. When he turned to look, he winced a little seeing as Zeus had seen it fit to hurl a bolt of lightning at the bus, but the questers had safely escaped. Fortunately, the little debacle he had with Ares distracted Poseidon long enough so that when he turned to look, it seemed that the four were already running away from the bus, so Hephaestus gave off a small relieved sigh. If his uncle had seen what his father had done, never mind waiting for the Solstice, war would have started right then and there!

When Percy tripped and almost fell, Poseidon was sitting on the edge of his throne, gripping his Trident tightly. Aphrodite giggled a little seeing his reaction, but was quickly distracted seeing as Percy and Ethan were discussing Ethan's love life. With every word that was spoken, Aphrodite's smile began to grow bigger and bigger. Hephaestus took one look at his wife and merely shook his head. His daughter better get ready, because if Aphrodite took an interest in your love life, it was bound to be as complicated as possible. Apollo and Hermes were throwing him pitying looks, Hermes more so. Hephaestus just sighed and nodded, feeling kinship with the God of Thieves.

The quest had gone on for half an hour with nothing but the four quietly walking, when suddenly, Poseidon shot up, his eyes wide and frightened. "Percy, no!" Everyone was looking at the god now, but he wasn't paying them any heed, focusing intently on the bonfire. All of them looked at the smoke now, and Hermes had paled dramatically when he caught sight of the glaring neon red sign in front of the warehouse, with stone statues greeting them. "Oh, dear Fates. Please, Uncle, don't tell me that's-!" "Hah. Serves you right." Athena had interjected, smirking triumphantly at her rival, though her smile dimmed seeing as Poseidon had not even noticed her barb, and was instead looking at the projection worriedly. Hestia, from her perch by Poseidon's throne, was looking at her with a calculating gaze, while Aphrodite had perked up, sensing a bit of jealousy, but it had quickly disappeared. Hestia looked at Aphrodite, with the Love Goddess looking intently at Athena's disgruntled face. When Aphrodite's face broke into uncontrolled glee, Hestia had to shake her head incredulously. Who would've thought?

Well, none had noticed their little interaction, seeing that Poseidon was close to hyperventilating at this moment, with Hermes not far behind. Apollo was trying to calm his brother down, while Hestia had to once again had to calm his brother. "Oh dear, they ate her food." Demeter interjected, making Poseidon and Hermes all the more frantic. Ares looked at the two panicking gods, confused. "What's wrong with eating Medusa's food?" Artemis just looked at the War God with a suffering expression. "Medusa laces her food with some sort of compulsion spell. Honestly, don't you know this?" Ares just huffed. "I don't need to know that in order to kill her." "Well, the demigods apparently don't either." Dionysus boredly pointed out, derailing Artemis from her upcoming rant. They all looked and apparently, Percy and Luke both defeated her together. Athena snorted a little seeing this. "Typical Sea Spawn, needing the help of another person." Poseidon, apparently, heard her this time because his head snapped up, and pinned the Wisdom Goddess with a scathing glare, surprising everyone with the intensity of it. "Never call my daughter weak, Athena. You have no right." The throne room was silent. Hestia just sighed and reached out to once again put a calming hand on his arm, making him break his glare and look at her. Hestia just shook her head and turned back to the projection, with the demigods trudging back to the warehouse. Slowly, the others had copied them, though Athena was more shocked than anything.

"Gods. Dad, if you can hear me, PLEASE. If you're going to fall in love again, PLEASE. Get someone like Mom."

That had resulted in an incredulous Poseidon laughing his heart out, with Hestia quietly chuckling and Aphrodite giggling. Artemis was smirking, proud of the strong will Percy had. Demeter was shaking her head in incredulousness, with Hera trying to muffle her giggling. Dionysus had a small smirk on his face, and Apollo and Hermes were both laughing heartily. Ares snorted, but quickly grinned, seeing why his children took a liking to her. Both Athena and Zeus were wearing frowns, affronted at her statement. With that, Hestia had quietly vanished the bonfire, therefore missing the way Luke had intruded on Percy's private space, sparing Poseidon the rage and Hermes the fear. "Now, Council, you see why I had wanted to show you their quest. I hope this had imparted important things for us to think about." Hestia smiled.

The meeting had closed with that statement, and each and every one of the gods immediately flashed to their respective temples up on Olympus, already anticipating that the next meeting they have would feature the same happenings as the just adjourned one.

Aphrodite had immediately flashed to Hephaestus', wanting to rid herself of the frivolousness the 'date' with Ares had rubbed off on her. She appeared at the foyer, knowing that if she's spotted by anyone else, her plans would crumble to dust. Plus, she was determined to come clean with her husband on what her plans are. So, here she was, confused where to go, because there were so many DOORS. Really now, would it kill Hephaestus to put up signs saying where each door leads to? As she was pouting and contemplating on whether to flood the entire place with pheromones, she heard a chuckle to her right side. "Really now, Aphrodite. All you have to do is call my name."

Aphrodite turned to him, hands on hips in an eerily same manner as Silena had done. "And how, exactly would I have known that?" Hephaestus smiled, coming out to greet her in his new form. "All you had to do was ask." She huffed, not pacified in the slightest. "At least label these doors." He laughed at that."But, what if Ares suddenly comes in here to demand I fix his bike? How would I escape then?" Aphrodite had to concede the point. But, really now, was she anything like Ares? Hephaestus seemed to read her mind, for his smile widened and he held out his hand. "Want a tour then, my lady?" Aphrodite had mock thought about it, but then smiled and giggled. "Sure." She said, morphing into her preferred form of black hair and blue eyes.

They had ended up touring where the forges, which made up most of the place, were. He also showed her where the doors on the foyer led. Well, let's just say that if ever Ares HAD come barging in, he was going to have a pretty good shock for each door. Finally, he showed her his resting place, a balcony that overlooked most of Olympus. He made two chairs appear and gestured Aphrodite to sit. She just smiled and snapped her fingers, replacing the two chairs with one long sofa. Hephaestus blinked but shook his head as Aphrodite sat on one side and patted the seat beside her. He smiled as he took the seat, with Aphrodite instantly scooting closer to him and resting her head on his shoulder. His arm hesitantly came up and gripped her shoulder, making her sigh in contentment. He just smiled at her and looked at the twinkling lights Olympus afforded at night.

A few minutes of contented silence had gone past before Aphrodite had decided to talk. "Hephaestus." "Hmm?" the god asked, leaning to the side so he could see his wife's face. "I have something to talk to you about." "What is it?" "About my plans for Percy." Hephaestus raised an intrigued eyebrow at that. He knew that Aphrodite was the first out of everyone that had found the loophole in the Ancient Laws, but as far as he knew, he only talked with Percy out of sheer curiosity. Aphrodite laughed when she saw his expression. "You're right. I was curious at first, but now I have a wonderful plan. A plan to finally get rid of my 'fling' with Ares, at the same time, help Luke with Poseidon." At this, Hephaestus had both eyebrows raised to his hairline. Aphrodite lifted her head and just smiled at him, her blue eye glinting with mischievousness. "What do you say, the next time Ares and I 'go out', I leave some items that demand him to come looking for? And let's say you already trapped the place. What would Ares' reaction be?" Hephaestus was now smirking, his brain already catching on to his wife's plan. "I'd include a video reorder then." Aphrodite laughed, once again resting her head on his shoulder. "Do that, love, and we don't have to hide anymore." "You mean-?" She had to laugh at the amount of hope and longing in those two words. She just smiled and snuggled closer to him. "Yes, dear. I love you." Hephaestus was smiling fondly at her. "I love you too." "Now you won't have to wait for the end of time to tell me right?" Hephaestus just grumbled, even as he tightened his hold of her. Aphrodite just giggled, currently content of how things are finally working the way they should.