Hestia was pretty much trembling. No, not trembling, she told herself.
Frightened? Terrified? That was more like it.
She honestly couldn't've stopped doing what she did. Yesterday was another day of bickering. Again. The gods were fighting each other at their thrones, and the so-called ''meeting'' was going nowhere.
Hestia was on her last nerve yesterday. Which was saying something, because she had gone through a lot of nerves in the millennias of continuous, non-stop squabbles.
After hearing Apollo rant about his lost lover for the twelfth time of the day as she tried her best to respectfully not shake him out of his sulking, seeing Hera yell at Zeus for his infidelity for the thousandth time while trying not to gouge her eyes out, and getting the nagging feeling to not round the corner wherein Ares' shrill screams came from...
Yeah. Talk about nerves.
She nearly gave in to the temptation to scream something along the lines of: ''CAN YOU GODS STOP ACTING LIKE LITTLE CHILDREN AND FOR ZEUS' SAKE, GET A GRIP ON THINGS!'' But to think about it, that wouldn't work, because Zeus was acting like child too.
Anyway, the main problem was that she couldn't take it anymore and booked a group session with what mortals called a therapist. She wasn't too sure about the ''rapist'' part though.
She did some research about how to stop her crazy dysfunctional family from fighting because if she heard Apollo say a Haiku one more time, she would voluntarily jump into Tartarus.
The results on the Hephaestus Search Engine said that she should consult a therapist and book a group therapy session for her family.
Hestia honestly hoped it worked, because she really wanted to try get her dysfunctional family to at least behave.
Booking was easy.
Getting her entire family to do it was not.
Zeus was sort of a, well, to put it in mortal words, control-freak. He wanted to know everything everyone else would do and approve (or disapprove) of it.
That was why Hestia was kinda freaked out to ask Zeus for approval for something that she had already went and done. Take Prometheus, for example. He asked Zeus if he could give humans fire. Zeus said no. Prometheus did it. Hestia may-or-may-not have helped him. Prometheus got eternal torture from eagle ripping out stomach.
She could just back out of it (the group therapy session), but Hestia was a woman of her word.
Zeus called in a meeting today again, and she hoped that he would like her, er, suggestion.
Voluntarily jumping into Tartarus was one thing.
Being blasted into it was another.