Inside the gods' kitchen, Zosime was feeding grapes to one of her snakes and reviewing her notes while the others busied themselves with their own nourishment.

"Okay, so what's the deal here exactly?" Neil sat down next to the gorgon.

"Well, about a thousand years ago, Heaven and Hell stepped back from the war it was waging and decided that it was really just wasting time and resources. So, they banded together and became largely neutral." Zosime turned to the hero. "They all wanted the same things for mankind, but could never compromise… until my boss, Toshi, showed them that they were all just doing the same jobs, and they'd be able to get things done easier if they worked together, rather than wasting time tearing each other's heads off."

Neil nodded as the other boys sat down.

"So now, the Underworld and Heaven are led by councils of gods, rather than just one or two engaging in territorial disputes." Zosime held another grape up to the serpent, who snatched it up. "The Hell Council created Supernatural Control so that we could deal with our own, rather than having to get humans involved… especially since the invention of cameras. We'd rather not have the damage we cause exposed… or our cover, for that matter… blown. It would cause world-wide panic."

"So you guys just run around behind the backs of nations dealing with monsters and demons?" Odie looked up from his toast.

"Pretty much." Zoe shrugged. "I work in the Research offices… doing paperwork, mostly. Which is why I'm here."

"So this is where you three got off… to." Archie chided his teammates as he and Atlanta entered the room, the boy stopping short as Zosime came into view.

"It's cool." Herry turned to the purple haired teen. "She's here on business."

"…What?" Atlanta looked up at the group. "Did Medusa send you?"

"She wishes." Zosime chuckled. "No, Medusa and her sisters are currently working back their good karma after that little incident. I'm just here to make sure that you're all still in one piece and healthy."

"Well, I suppose that it shouldn't be a…" Archie trailed off as he noticed Jay lay the flat of his blade on the gorgon's shoulder. "…problem."

"I knew that this was going a little too smoothly." Zosime shook her head slightly, as the snakes tentatively inspected the sword and the teen holding. "Jay, right? You're in charge of this little band?"

"I am." Jay's voice hardened slightly at the gorgon's nonchalant tone. "And you would be…"

"Zosime. Hades said I could drop by." The gorgon gingerly moved the xiphos from her shoulder and turned around. "I'm just here to get some paperwork in order. Relax."

"How can we be sure that Cronus didn't send you?" Jay scowled.

Zosime rolled her eyes. "Good lord… you mortals never stop with that, do you?"

Turning slightly away from the group, she cupped a hand to her mouth. "HERA!"

The goddess appeared, followed by Persephone and Hermes. "Is something wrong, my dear?"

"Hermes, did you not pass on my notice to your heroes?" The gorgon looked over at the psychopomp. "Because I know I sent you one."

Hermes started to speak, but stopped when he realized his error. "I knew that there was something I forgot to do… I'm sorry."

"It's fine." Zosime waved off the god.

"So… she's on the level?" Jay stepped up next to the gorgon.

"Oh, very much so." Hermes nodded. "She works for the people that helped us put up the school."

"I see." Jay nodded, turning to Zosime. "My apologies."

"No worries. It's not the first time I've had this conversation." Zosime chuckled.

Jay raised an eyebrow at the gorgon, who giggled to herself.

"Sweetie, I'm over three thousand years old." Zosime chuckled. "I had the exact same reaction from Jason the first time he met me."

"Speaking of which…" Hermes started, sidling up to the snake-headed girl. "Are you going to stick around for a while… or are you just here to fill out some forms and take off?"

"Forms." Zosime sighed, shrugging. "I just need to get some stories straight, and I'll be out of your hair."

"Really?" Hermes pouted, giving the gorgon his best puppy face.

"Really." Zoe shook her head as she tried not to laugh at the god's antics.

"Crud." Hermes crossed his arms. "And here I thought you'd want to stay long enough to give Cronus a smack upside the head."

"That is tempting." Zoe tilted her head. "But I can only stay long enough to get some issues in order. For one, I need to ask Herry about the Sybaris incident."

At the mention of the name, Herry looked up from his cereal. "Do we have to talk about that?"

"Yes." Zosime turned to the Herculean scion. "I…"

The gorgon's sentence dropped off as a ghostly, skeletal hand emerged from the floor holding a black envelope.

"Crap." Zosime took the letter from the spectre, which faded away.

"What's wrong?" Hermes tried to look over the gorgon's shoulder as she read the note, but the snakes actively blocked his view.

"I have to go." Zosime huffed. "Hermes, can you make sure that my paperwork gets started?"

"I can… but only if you tell me what's up." Hermes raised an eyebrow mischievously.

"I have a meeting with Cronus to attend." Zosime handed the note to the winged god. "I shouldn't be gone too long."

"We should go with you." Jay started.

"I'm not going to fight him." Zosime shook her head. "I just need to get some information from him. Don't worry. If I need a hand, I'll let Hermes know."

"She'll be fine, children." Hera started as Zosime headed back towards the portal in Persephone's room. "Zosime has been dealing with things like this for centuries."