This was a terrible idea.

Fabric burned from left to right, and it was impossible to get anything from the rarest of materials to also fit this…agile but boiling body. Shopping sprees were a no-go, especially considering the clothing burned when it was about ten feet away. They had already experienced that as soon as they waltzed into a store. Even with modern-day clothing, Sol seemed to just burn away any clothing she wore.

Aphrodite sighed and shook her head, two delicate fingers tapping her aching temple as Sol stood sheepishly off to the side, hands behind her back and her hair flaming about nervously, like a timid snake. The poor girl knew she couldn't wear clothing well, and the Goddess of Beauty was simply perturbed about the fact it all burned. Neither one knew what to do.

"Silk is a no go, cotton is flammable on its own, and metal just melts within a five foot radius. Polyester lights like fireworks, and even wire shrivels up!" The blond woman glared down at the ground, her eyes scanning the white marble of her home in Greece.

Sol swallowed. "Um, Aphrodite, it's alright! I mean, I don't really need clothing, do I? It's better like this due to Fenrir!" Her eyes hotly glanced to the side at the thought of that damned son of Loki's before she glanced up, trying to smile. Aphrodite saw right through her as she pointed a finger in the girl's face.

"Don't give me that! You were oogling that human man the other day, and you might as well try and talk to him with… something on your bodice." What Aphrodite wanted was to show that this mortal man that Sol was a Goddess, and should be treated as one. But how…

Aphrodite gave a long thought to the idea as she paced about, her heels clipping along the marble flooring like a ticking time bomb. Sol could practically see the lightbulb trying to work in her head just seconds before the blond woman was grabbing her shoulders frantically.

"I've got it-! Ow!" She pulled her delicate hands away and fanned them, clearly able to see the rising burns on her pale skin. Immediately, the woman moved to put some cool lotion on her hands, rubbing the concoction between her palms. It was the color of her skin, and worked in nicely to hide the red marks from Sol's burns.

"S-Sorry-!" Aphrodite interrupted the timid Goddess with a finger inches from her face. It smelled faintly of roses.

"Not another word! I have an idea!" The woman then made a wide arch with her arms, looking at Sol with an almost…too bright of a smile. "Change into a human form!"

Sol looked at her as though she just spoke gibberish. "Human…form?" A giddy, girlish laugh came from her mouth before she spoke again. "But I can't do that! I'm just a Goddess that pulls the sun when Apollo's too lazy to do it! I've never focused on anything like that before."

Aphrodite clapped her hands lightly, her face suddenly void of any humor. Sol stopped, surprised by the sheer determination the Goddess of Beauty showed. "Nonsense! Let's go! I know just where to go!" Sol paused for a moment but began to follow the headstrong woman. "It's not Vulcan, is it? His guns scare me…" And despite herself, Aphrodite smiled at the timid Goddess. Today would be a loooong day.