Rodi grumbled as she walked down the corridor. She was sick of him following her around and offering her flowers. She did not like laurels.
"Rodi-chan, wait up."
A blinding ray of sunshine hit her and she winced. He thrust another bunch of flowers towards her with that gigantic, goofy smile.
She cleared her throat, getting ready to dismiss - wait.
"These aren't laurels."
"No. See, Hades told me not to pick laurels anymore. Something about memories. And wrong for you. I'm not really sure what he was going for. He kept hitting himself and shaking his head. And he called me Aho-llon. He's never done that before. I wonder what that was about." Apollon mumbled, scratching his chin. Sheepishly, he looked away as he confessed "Also we are out of laurels. I think I plucked too many, so now there are no more flowers. Sigh."
She stared at him, mentally swearing at her father. That old man had seen right through her.
"But, Rodi-chan, do you not like laurels?"
He got her there. She had to admit that much.
She muttered curses under her breath as she grabbed the flowers from his hand and stalked outside.
Damn that fool. He was probably thinking of rhymes to Rodi Aidoneus now.
The background to this story is essentially the story of Apollo and Daphne. Daphne's father turns her into a laurel tree so that Apollo would leave her alone. Filled with remorse, he declares the laurel sacred to him. The myth borders on suggestions of rape, but for KamiNoAso, it's been tempered where laurels remind Rodi of Daphne, an ex-lover of Apollon's. And Apollon being Apollon, does not get that.