"So ya still have summer as well as spring then?" It's clear from the tone of her voice that Persephone didn't, that the two of them didn't back where it was that she was from. It's also clear from the look on her face that the question she asked him didn't have anything to do with what he'd answered, and it answered things for her in more ways than one. Back home, when the center of their world had moved from Greece, to Rome, to Ireland, to America, 'How long' had been a sort of shorthand for how long Hades and Persephone had loved one another. The answer was always: "since the world began" because that's when it did for mortals: when Persephone sacrificed six months of her time so that the sun would shine on the mortals above.

How Long was also shorthand now for what happened, and what was between them and things like that. She took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. "You're young." It was an announcement really, because of course it was one, and Persephone just dropped down onto the grass, holding a flowering vine in her lap like she might have heard Cerebus.