Eros and Aphrodite both wandered through the market for a while longer and when they were finished, Eros was carrying all the bags back home with her. He didn't like having his mother carry anything. He was a good son. Well, that's what his parents said every time he did this. On their way home though, Aphrodite stopped and smiled, "Oh, someone's made an offering!" She whispered happily and once they were far enough away, she vanished, leaving her son waiting for a while before she returned with the hair ornament. "Look! Oh I don't know who left it but it's beautiful." She whispered and placed it in her hair then the two resumed their walk back home.

Eros helped his mother put the groceries away and after having a quick breakfast, he asked if he could visit Sapphira. Aphrodite smiled smugly at her son and nodded. "Yes you may." She said and watched him leave then began to clear the table and wash the dishes. "She's the one." She said to herself with a chuckle. Eros was heading towards Sapphira's house when he saw her sitting outside, eyes closed. Getting an idea, he crept over and loomed over her, his face inches from hers. "Hello? Earth to Sapphira. Come in." He teased.

Eros grinned and stepped away after he was nudged. "Hey, at least it worked. I got your attention." He said then nodded when she mentioned the gift. "Oh, she did. She's wearing it in her hair right now actually." He replied honestly before realizing what he had said. "Or well...I would think she liked it anyway. What did you get her?" He tilted his head to the side in curiosity and shrugged. "I'm fine I guess. Just have a lot of things going through my head right now, but nothing to be too concerned about. We can go to the temple if you still want to." Eros suggested.

Another walk..well it wasn't like he had much else to do. Although he wondered what other temples were around here. His eyes widened, what if there was one for him? No, he didn't want Sapphira to know who he was. It would change everything and he knew it. Everyone was always interested in a god, especially of one who specialized in love. "Sure, I'd like that." Eros answered quietly. Hopefully she never found out, he didn't want to destroy their friendship.

Eros' eyes widened and he quickly shook his head, waving his arms in front of him in a dismissive manner. "N-no! No. We don't have to go look at all of the temples. Really. Well not unless you have something to ask of them. I...don't think they would enjoy being visited for no reason." He explained, very keen on the idea of not visiting them all. "B-besides, the god of love is cupid so yeah. Question answered." Yes Cupid was what some people called Eros. It differed depending on where the people were from. If you were from Greece, he was Eros. If you were from Rome, he was Cupid. So this answer was a tiny white lie really.